Sidewalks of Babylon -- Big City Blues

City-slickers on a mission
walkin’ dirty sidewalks with tunnel vision,
obediently,
without getting sidetracked
or mixed up with them,
you know,
those one’s who’ve been kicked to the curb,
so now they sleep on it
next to cigarette butts, bugs, and bird shit.
Because they’re not working
this world says they don’t deserve it:
Dignity and respect aren’t for the worthless
decrees the suit from top of his penthouse office
preying on the lost and godless with a demonic philosophy
using pay-offs to create chaos to keep the people from seeing
that it’s the one’s in control who propagate this disease:
Human verse human;
Love against greed.
Children of Eden,
please
don't to sell your self for no thing.
Babylon has no fruits for those who have eyes to see.