In The Streets Of Boston

got a bleak perspective, i'm a streetwise man.

going nowhere with my life.

careening toward an early death,

a streetwise man; on the corner every night so brace-for

impact, brace-for impact, brace-for impact,

why don't you brace-thr end is coming,

no time for running. dealing drugs to little kids,

a streetwise man. selling death and making cash.

pulling scams and moving bids,

a streetwise man. society has called my bluff tonight.

the end is coming, no time for running now!