Looking for Gabbio

In a bone dry shack
Down on Oceanside
Drive where the boredom fools urban people inside
The thrill of the hunt on the glowing tube
A gang of deadbeats blow a last dube
Its a hardluck life, a skid row ride
And we’ll be working the strip till after high tide
He’s a 2-bit man in a 3-piece suit
Sucking money from a straw
Like nectar from a fruit
It’s outrageous looking for Gabbio
It’s contagious making plans to go looking for Gabbio
Hard times and the street is what he knows
Gabby is a soldier living in the ghetto
In a rubbish heap, want food to eat
Anything goes when you livin on da street
Gun shots make other youth fall
Feel you’re bad but you can’t kill dem all
Through tribulation he still stand tall
Gabby know soon will be the final call
Hacking a taxi brings a tear to an eye
Of who wanted it all but now needs to get high
Down on the corner in a bridesmaid’s gown
Shattered and shivering and going to town to see this…
Salt stained shirt, leather pants & a tie
Sunbleached hair and a bottle of rye
But we got cheaper and better from a guy I know
That’s why I’m making plans to go
Looking for Gabbio