4 am driving through the streets of new haven again baby faced crack corner kids working grave yard shifts with the diner waitresses everybody trying to break bread i m every lung that s breathing in this filthy city waste i m trick turning street walker mary full of grace undocumented worker wage slave i m needle pierced vein i am black rose on grandmother s grave we ll find our way the old men said in aa they told us faith in god would take the pain away but god is nowhere to be found in this place we re only half awake waiting to be served slop and corn cake by inmates love me city till i m gray elm city love me safe love me city till i m gray love me till i am erased