RIGHT OUTSIDE

Well you can’t run away from the bullet from the gun
when you hear that crackin sound
and you open up the window and the night spills in
there’s this man lyin on the ground
and the big jet planes rumble through the air
like the risin of angry souls
and the cops roll by and deals go down
and the blind eye slowly rolls

And I don’t mean down in the ghetto lord no no
And I don’t mean down by the liquor store
And I don’t mean down in the gutter where the bad blood flows
I’m talking bout right outside your door

If ya kick that dog in the head enough
well maybe it won’t come back
beggin for more on a ten minute fuse
burnin out on the bang of crack
and they’re beggin change for a window wash
and ya fingers sure get sore
and ya rub your eyes but it won’t go away
being poor is a priceless whore

And I don’t mean down in the ghetto lord no no
And I don’t mean down by the liquor store
And I don’t mean down in the gutter where the bad blood flows
I’m talking bout right outside your door