Another day another dollar.
Some people yell and some people holler.
Buses pass by and cars drive around.
There is so much action and so much sound.
The cops patrol, and the street preachers preach.
Some of us learn and some of us teach.
Paramedics pick people off the streets.
It goes on and on every week.
Some of us run from the bullets that fly.
Some of us laugh while some of us cry.
Let’s take a moment to remember the dead.
Let’s try to survive and get ahead.
