Brazzaville

Hoover Street, downtown L.A.
There’s an alley where you used to play
You bounced a basketball alone
While your father fought his wife at home
You dreamed about him all your life
Now you’re cryin’ in your sleep at night
The world’s so big you feel so small
And you wish you hadn’t come here at all
But one day you’ll find
You’ve got a young boy of your own
And you swear you’ll treat him right