Up at dawn,
but the day goes on.
Fighting for your life,
in sadness and in strife.

The streets aren't for kids,
that's what they say.
But still they make their bids,
even to this day.

Someone has a gun,
and someone has a knife.
It's too late to run,
even for your life.

So they've made up their mind,
and they've made their choice.
Don't think they'll be kind,
don't bother with your voice.

The day comes to an end,
just making ends meet.
Pray for forgiveness, you've sinned;
life's not easy in the street.