4am driving through the streets of New Haven again, Baby faced crack corner kids working graveyard shifts With the diner waitresses, everybody trying to break bread. I'm every lung thats breathing in this filthy city of waste, A trick turning street walking Mary full of grace, Undocumented worker wage slave, a needle pierced vein. I am black rose on grandmother's grave. We'll find a way the old man said in AA, They told us faith in God will take the pain away But God is nowhere to be found in this place, We're only half awake waiting to be served Sloppy corn cake by inmates. Love me city till I'm gray, Love me city love me sick, Love me city till I'm gray Love me till I am erased.