I check in a room today   Up above the downtown market bricks   Right now a boy gets old   A boy gets bitter   A boy learns not to trust   Someone inside his room   The door locks tight   You keep the door locked      Months went by and doors got kicked in   Two outlaws collecting what they loaned   In a room beside my walls   A girl gets choked   She can't pay back the loan   48 more hours to go   "48 more hours," that's all they say   In two more nights   I hear a sound   A shrill from one thin wall away      Every place is the same   Every day is the same   Every place is the same   Violent   There's a conflicting sound   Hear the arguments loud   Every day, the sounds of the    Violent, violent, violent      I moved uptown a bit   Not much changed   Conflict is never gone   But just as a calm sets in   A police line barricades   A place next door    I asked around the lot    A store clerk told me    Two young kids were shot    Mother was near the tracks    Dragged to where a train would go past