There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest/I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace

My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer/to embrace an early death, now there's nothin left

And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it/I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free

Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears/I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me

Let Saigons be bygones / Don't you blow this world in two.

All over Harlem, Negro boys and girls are growing into stunted maturity, trying desperately to find a place to stand; and the wonder is not that so many are ru…

Forsaken, fucking in the cold, eating each other, lost runny noses, complaining all the time like so many people that we know