Letra de 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!