Lyrics Word On The Street - Nocturnal Poisoning

Word On The Street

Slave to money and a victim of theft
Cash in the chips you have left
Stop living in fear and
Just get out of here
If you’re trying to find that light/life
You’re gonna end up in jail
Times are hard and no one can
Afford the bail
Be aware… and be it now
There’s no time — to ask how
It’s all coming down
Without a plan
Make a run for it, while you still can
Another kind of darkness shown
Hell’s a lot of fun when it’s not
Your own
Halfway between a street and a home
Translent faces I see more than my own