Field Medic
fuck these foolz that are making valencia street unchill
Came here as a
Young man
To escape the confines
Of my home
To a world without
Judgment
Where the strange
And unusual'd roam
It was here I was raised up
It was here that I've grown
And now all of these
Robots
Have re-paved our streets with
Silicone
I can't afford a bus pass
I can't afford to eat well
If it wasn't for
Food stamps
I'd be back to busking in the
BART tunnels
If it wasn't for
Charlie
Out on 16th street
Givin' 'em hell
There'd be no more poetry
No more stories to tell
And who are these
People
In their vest and their shoes
Who boast of not
Voting
Cuz what good could it do
When they're already
Filthy
Rich and living comfortably too
In a new condo off
22nd
I tip my hat to those who smashed
Their windows
And I sing for my
People
Who have yet to cash in
Their chips on this
Wonderful
Place that we live in
See it's not the
City
Itself that's violently ill
It's just these fuckin' foolz
Making valencia street
Unchill
And destroying the mission
For everyone who
Lives there