Forced to hide behind closed doors
Hide away from Summer’s sun
Hide away from Summer’s gun.
No cool air here, just stifling heat
Better to lie sweating in bed
Than to lie on the streets dead.
Playgrounds sit in cemetery stillness
Now only ghosts play here
Only a ghost has no reason to fear.
Doesn’t matter if the shot
Comes from black or from blue
Either way it still kills you.