In the big apple you’re either really rich or very poor. There’s no in between.
People hiding in subways to keep warm
Sleeping underground with cargo shorts over their pants cuz’ they don’t care.
Struggling to find their means while they’re struggling to fill their push carts.
Wealthy people staring down like
they wanna help
Somehow I wonder
How the people with no homes
Don’t wanna just quit
Quit in the midst of reaching for a penny
That fell out of the man’s hand who’s wearing Versace.
On his way home from work
Lucky his wife packed him a lunch
She’s cooking a hot dinner now
On their 6-burner stove
These people hiding in their bedrooms
Hiding in bathrooms reading their iPads
Sleeping between silk sheets with their
Golden Retriever starin’ up
Struggling to decide
where to put the money
The American Dream
People on the streets dreaming bout’ a blanket.