Down on My Street

(words by Andy Ainsworth)

(music and arrangement by Andy Ainsworth and Michael Gonzalez)

Down on my street the kids all play in their yards,

With real guns in their hands and tracks all up their arms.

Down on my street there’s drug bust everyday,

Bad cops take their share and then look the other way.

Down on my street aware of where I’m at,

I hold my lover’s hand and a brand new baseball bat.

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Tell me why we let our world decay

Watching the children cry as we force them to play

This game of life that seems over from the start

Knowing we have no chance to make it through the dark

Down on my street a young girl’s screams are born,

With a violating thrust her virtue is torn.

Down on my street there’s slow cars driving by,

A coward shoots his gun leaving parents asking why.

Down on my street no happiness to find,

The sun may rise but it never seems to shine.

(Bridge)

(Chorus)

Make it through the dark

We need to

Down on my street there’s red lights coming on,

Farmin’ disease at night, on their backs until the dawn.

Down on my street a child sits and cries,

Not knowing which lover made the rabbit die.

Down on my street it starts all over again,

The evil in our souls instigates our sin.

(Bridge)

(Chorus)