My neighborhood is where I live, br Along with lots of other folks. br Each one of us has much to give, br In hating blows, in loving strokes. br Conflicting forces flow among - br The whorehouse madam helps the poor; br The pious reverend rapes the young - br Pretense or truth behind closed door? br I walk the streets in day or night. br Blessing and danger ever be; br What's wrong is walking with what's right, br And all are walking within me. br br My mind is like the neighborhood, br Filled with a mixture - bad and good.