Hoover Street

She's a Salvadorian immigrant, hear her through thin walls

A frail hooker, holding up corner walls

Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down

Laughed hysterically and L.A. spread around

On Hoover Street, the human spirit longs

And precious little could keep [?]

[?]

Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in the head

You see poor Mario, he caught a hot one

Through the lung, now he's done, so God bless him

And the cocaine moved through that system

Like a river forever winding

To the main body of the under class

Even disenfranchised kids don't wanna finish last

You see the market place will check the weight of the scale

You either get out and die or go to jail

And your best intentions splinter and frail

And a few weeks of promises and attempts to fail

It's a glass-pipe murder

Glass-pipe murder, oh yeah

Glass-pipe murder

It's a glass-pipe murder, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

He takes a bottle of beer and it let up

Sipping things made Mario feel better

You see it falls on you and it falls on me

Self-annihilation, catastrophe

Two packs of cigarettes

For two dollars and seventy cents

And a bottle of wine that's been opened

And he said, "Why do I do this?"

A shiver through his body like a bottle of CC

Not encouraging reality to me

He said, "It's who I am, bring me back to it"

Off the deep end, [?]

You see, no one stood up and cheered for him

Everyone sat back waiting for something to happen

Again, to happen

It's an old schoolyard mystery

And the handcuffs bleed

It's a glass-pipe murder

Glass-pipe murder, oh yeah

Glass-pipe murder

It's a glass-pipe murder, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Who was the killer?