don't look down, you might find a mirror

You walk around these streets
like you didn't come from nothing
like there's no ghetto left
in your veins

You asked me if I saw the junkie's
with a new born that just moved in
a few doors down
I know who you're talking about
but I didn't look at them
and think "junkie"
when I saw them

And maybe I'm the one who's naive
or maybe I don't look at poverty
and think they must be drug addicts
because you don't need to be poor
to have problems
you just have to be poor with problems
to be kicked when you're down
and don't have the resources
to hide an addiction
or pull yourself free of it

You walk around these streets
like you didn't come from nothing
like there's no ghetto left
in your veins
you own a house now
and a fancy new car
so you must be better
than the maybe drug addicts
in their shit box car
that just moved in
like you're not exactly the same
like there's not drugs in your veins
cause you have money now