Street boy. You've been out too long. Street boy. Ain't you got enough sense to go home. Street boy. You're gonna end up alone. You need some love and understanding.
Baby I ain't joking. And it's not what I'm smoking. I really think you're nice. Don't think I'm kidding. And don't think that I'm bidding. If silver words are your price.
The generals hate holidays. Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away. Another storefront church is opened. Sea of neon lights. A boxer his shadow fights.