Like a pounding jungle tom-tom
beating out primaeval time,
hear the rhythm of the gutter,
where survival rides on crime.
The street's alive and crawling
and you quickly feel the tension;
but at least they are up-front here,
there is no room for pretension.
Keep an eye upon your pocket
if you've anything worth stealing
where the truth of a transaction
is a pimp or pusher dealing.
Here they'll sell their sisters' virtue,
trade their mother for some crack
but you would not cheat your brother
for you know about 'pay-back'.
Take a quick glimpse, it's sufficient,
shake the dust off, quickly scoot
lest the atmosphere take hold of you
...your spirit may pollute.
the rhythm of the gutter
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