Seeya later Tenderloin

no more 3 a.m. stabbings, no more gunshots to wake me up, no more homeless asking me for change, no more crackheads scurrying around like squirrels, no more stepping on broken crack pipes, no more looking over my shoulders for the motherfuckers that put a gun to my head and robbed me, no more having my jackets smell like chinese food from the restaurant below. I'm out.