Full of Life and Vibe

I wonder what they would say,
Being busted by cars everyday,
What would they say,
If they were not made of asphalt, cement, and clay,
What would they say,
If they were able to write an essay,
I kinda know what they would say,
They would say it’s far from fair-play,
To get the poor starving and the rich somewhere may be near LA,
May be those can stop feeling so happy and gay.
I mean no one I know the poor have to obey,
A good guy once told me: don’t think about politics,
It’s only for those who know how to ruin everybody’s day.
And those streets still wish and say,
That they were not made of asphalt, cement and clay.