Wild Dogs

Wild dogs in the wilderness, running to survive
We’re like wild dogs in the wilderness, trying to stay alive
Big moon shining on the trees, casts your shadows on the ground
He picks your scent up on the breeze
He knows that you’re around
They say that hell is below us, that heaven’s waiting up above
So what are we living for, if not for love
Black boy running down the road his feet are hot and sore
He flags me down and looks around
And says do you want to score
I tell him no that it’s alright, I’m driving hard today
And old John crow is flying overhead searching for his prey
In this world of survival, you ain’t got time to catch your breath
And man’s only rival is the cold hand of dath