In The Streets Of Boston

Got a bleak perspective,
I’m a streetwise man.
Going wowhere 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.
The 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.
So brace-for impact,
Brace-for impact,

Brace-for impact,
Why don’t you brace.
The end is coming,
No time for running.

The end is coming,
No time for running now!