There’s a road I know, where the buses won’t go..
It’s dark and devoid of any light..
Everywhere..enshrouded
Bathed in shadowed danger..
A one way trip, to see an unknown stranger..

A town where every thing you do is always done discreet,.
You never get to know just who it is you’re going to meet,
Maybe a loan murderer.. or cocky kids who want a fight..
But this is where you live.. and so, it kind of feels alright.

Boxes stacked in towers jutt, so rude in smoggy skies,
One atop the other,
Slum built homes for you and I,
Each one slightly different.....