You
speak to me like Vegas
In the walking streets now they run
The smoke
willowing from the gun
You speak to me like New York As the towers fell away
The people there they stayed and
prayed away You speak to me like Ghana
As some children die of hunger And the people are their fears away
You speak to me like Elvis Where the sun is shining brighter
And the people they smoke things to get them higher
Where will I be when it all subsides
Where will I go when the light goes off in
me
Who will
remind me
As the smoke barreling from the gun
You
speak to me like Vegas
