i checked in a room today
up above the downtown market bricks
right now a bot gets old
a boy gets bitter
a boy learns not to [bad word] 
someone inside his room
the door locks tight 
you keep the door locked

months went by and doors got kicked in 
two outlaws collecting what they loaned
in a room beside my walls
a girl gets choked
she can't pay back the loan
48 more hours to go
"48 more hours" that's all they say
in two more nights
i hear a sound
a shrill from one thin wall away

every place is the same 
every day is the same 
every place is the same
violent
there's a conflicting sound 
hear the arguments loud
everyday, the sounds of the
violent violent violent

i moved uptown a bit
not much changed
conflict is never gone
but just as a calm sets in
a police line barricades
a place next door i asked
around the lot a store
clerk told me two young 
kids were shot mother
was near the tracks dragged
to where a train would go past