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!
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In the Streets of Boston Lyrics as written by Kenneth William Casey
Lyrics © SPIRIT TWO SMA
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