The Sun Goes Down, the Streets Are Black

Funky box and deadly beats we got too many gangs around the streets we got sunshine and deadly heat we got free-roamin' kids singin' trick or treat we got bad boys and poisoned rats we got too many rappers with baseball bats we got old records and hot cassettes we got a charity service for the living dead we got a fine line and a deadly plot we got half-dead bodies in a parking lot we got strange eyes and hungry hearts and a cloud full of flies and a coal black art got sold out long ago but the crowd keeps pushin' to the overload we got skyscrapers in the slums we got the filthy rich and the beggin' ones The sun goes down, the streets are black and I can't hide this thought I have something strange is goin' round yeah I can feel it coming Radios on repeat got a bollywood blues and a bhangra beat we got local trains overflowing got a government dog busy whistle blowing got pipedreams and broken thoughts caus' she likes it cool and he likes it hot got traffic jams and holy cows got lovers on the street chasin' the sundown we got rattle snakes and monkey biz we got dark black boroughs in a cold abyss we got poets killin' crazy rhymes on chairs on streets tryin' to make a dime got hand-me-down boys and whores this grace is a bit of a dinosaur we got heavy rain and a dusty wind it's been a while but I'm still not used to the spin The sun goes down, the streets are black and I can't hide this thought I have something strange is goin' round yeah I can feel it coming