Out in the open,

We’ve been Hanging out too much on richmond street
If you see me at the same bar tomorrow night
You may as well just kill me,
Or at least buy me a drink,
Meet me half way with some courtesy
Convicts with conjectures running around
Turning talbot into the mean streets
Said it’s all yellow lights if you look at it right
Handed off some speed and sped on through
Knew how the market grew.
Screen doors with holes near the floor
Never closed anyways,
Let the breeze carry the sweat while it beads,
soaks in and stains
And she never said she could save you
But she knew a guy who she thought could help
All these uptown pricks
Trying to be lions but there no bigger
Then these mice sneaking into my house