Where the drunks and the whores survive

Put my feet on the soiled street

Saw a dead man with a knife in his side

I bent down when I realized

Just how guilty I must have looked

Cops closed quick, struck me with a knight stick

Took me to the station to get booked

The cop say don’t ya know brotha

Death row is where ya gonna be

With blood on your hands and deep south jury

That’s how they do it in the big easy

It’s the last time I’d be free

As barred walls close in on me

The last time I’d understand

The consequences for lending a helping hand