Jackals on Hyde, mouths open wide,
Look happy to see you but they’re dying inside.
Jackals on Hyde, with their wounded pride.
Afraid of nothing but never having tried.
Jackals on Hyde, in the rising tide.
Up to their eyeballs but they take it all in stride.
Jackals on Hyde, their deals having died.
Can’t forget what was promised and how they laughed as they cried.
See how they run too close to the sun.
See what they done once they realize that the end had begun.
Jackals on Hyde, won’t be denied.
Keep a blade in their pocket next to the thorn in their side.
Jackals on Hyde, abide.
No choice but to believe that the street will provide.
See how they run too close to the sun.
See what they done once they realize that the end had begun.
© Jeffrey Galinson 2022