Palm Tree (In West Oakland)

Liquor store, liquor store one on every corner, checks cashed any time =

NO I.D. Liquor store, liquor store, malt liquor cigarettes lottery. The =

car is running and kicking out funes, you've disappeared inside to buy =

the daily quota, I'm fending for myself to a popular tune, digging in =

the ashtray, hoping for a quarter. Mile on mile of transient hotels, =

unattended children with nowhere to play, anger rips down pine street in =

the form of a black chevelle, but the baptists keep singin' away. One =

lone palm tree is rising above it's glamour and dignity are so out of =

place an ancient pick up truck is looking for a shove, the congregation =

sings, amazing grace!