The clock strikes ten. Out on the streets again. I been looking for something to please me since I don't know when. Out on the dark side of town. Another rumbles gone down.
Some 15 year old kid sits on his porch, just half-past noon. Trying to figure out just what he's doing. Why he had to grow up so soon. With all the gangs, all the guns-watcha gonna learn in school.
Working hard eight days a week. Most days we got no time to speak. I feel like I'm chasing after my own life. Girl can't you see you're my only vice. Take the phone off the hook.