Comfortable shoes - he says
If your gonna live this way
You got to have, good shoes
Have no clue what Eddy means
Have a package of dope
Has to get
From Sunset Park to Dyker 
And the bastard won't give me a ride
So I run
Through three blocks of 
Summer rain
I duck into a café for coffee
Use the john
Get off, nod out, get up, get gone
I walk to Louie's joint
Late but motivated
Slightly agitated
And Louie, well he's aggravated
At the officer now standing 
By the phone downstairs
Staring up at his window, smiling
Playing that game
How to find a cop in Brooklyn
Commit a crime
Now I know the cop
Will snag me the moment I exit
So I take wages in cash
Not dope this time 
I leave my rig, spoon and stash 
Behind Louie's can
Cause I know the plan &endash; 
He'll pat down my person
Down to my ankles
Asking questions like 
Do you know this man
And Louie's crackhead ass
Will watch from behind his blinds
As I shrug, and I shrug, and I shrug 
And I mime till he lets me…walk
Through the rain
My body's clock is at painkillers
That are
Five blocks away 
In a heartbeat 
At China's project that the cops neglect
That I orbit, with idle hands digging into 
Pockets deeper with each pass like
An electron moving faster toward it's nucleus
Looking up at her window 
Trying not to seem obvious
Takes her sweet time to answer her bell see
It feels like if using smack don't kill you
Waiting for it will
She finally graces me with a buzz in and I
Settle up for last week and score
Today's perscription
China's thin and pale as a my linen
Eyes like a rattlesnake
And 100% business
You can't be fuckin' hanging here
I don't want no practicing dope fiends 
Leaving shit around &endash; she says
Aw hell China I ain't practicing
I'm a godamn pro
Wish it was like back in the day
Stay the night before her boyfriend shows
Then leave out the fire escape
No, I need to get off right now
And sex has nothing to do with it 
So I walk……wet cat in the rain looking
Seven blocks to  Eddy's
Where it's safe..I believe so I walk
Under the highway inhaling 
Chimney sweep grease monkey fumes
Four blocks out my way
To avoid the narc patrols
I walk….hiding my head in my hoody
Through the park
Three block detour to avoid Dukie
Who I still haven't paid…and I walk
Backtracked a half mile
Stupid dumb shit I forget
I'm out of clean works
And a diabetic queer I know
Is good for a few if I flirt 
And I walk…cussing and hissing through teeth
Knowing every public bathroom 
Between Bensohurst and Bayridge was
Is occupied
Sorry no pets, radios, or junkies allowed
And I walk
Ending up at Eddy's close to three hour late
Don't even bother to cook
Metal can draw water broken lighter
Dirty spoon cold boot cause it's
Been quite some time and my backs sore
My nose and eyes are like runny eggs
And I'm yawning, sneezing and sniffling and
I ask Eddy if he still has a cousin
Works in that detox
And he asks why, though he knows
I look up under my lids 
Half closed dope taking hold
And he laughs as I tell him
I'm broke, I'm shaken, I'm tired
My blisters are burning, my fingersnails
Bitten down to the cuticlesI'm sick 
And I've got cigarette holes in my shirt
and I've worn holes in my shoes
I've worn holes straight through my socks
I've worn a hole in my soul man and Eddy
I just don't want to hurt no more
         
Copyright Spyro 1999