I remember when I lived in the den
Of iniquity. Drug dealers would be
In and out of the halls and stairwells
You'd be appalled at the way
People lived everyday
The City forgets about us
But the police don't.
And you know we won't
Give them a reason too
Tis the season to be serving
'Pac said. But the lack of service
Around here is more unnerving
Than the cop cars swerving
On the lawn every night
I was right to move
To a building that's cleaner
The grass is always greener
