Some Bandito

Some bandito lives on my street, oh no! He keeps me scared. I’m well aware of the spectrum of ramifications for all of my sporadic vacations. Who will shut this guy down when I’m not around?
So no bandito will rule my street. No, no. He better beware, fuckin’ downright scared ‘cause I can get crazy. My fist might be tasty, who knows? He keeps himself down when I’m not around now.
I, bandito, ruling my street now. Everyone beware, I’m on a tear. Lost someone lovely but she was never so above me. Though I do shoot for the stars this time I did just hit a lamppost.
‘Cause I’m a tuff guy. Ruff, buff and tuff guy. The “I’ve had enough” guy. No apple in his eye. Could lead rogue nations. Blast on the patrons of capital collections, turning connections to no connections.
And I can’t hack it. I can’t heart attack it. Can’t judo chop, I, know judo not. But you wait a minute, I think I’m still in this rat race from hell and I guess it’s going well.
When I step back a moment, I see I know it. I see I learn everything I need to. I see I’m golden, but I see I’m struggling. I see that’s what it’s all about. I see I’ve got nothing to lose. I’ve got nothing to doubt. I’ve got nothing to bruise me anymore.