Текст песни Meanstreets

I got up I got out Got a head start to waste my day away I sit on The front porch Wait for Ed McMahon To take me away And it he doesn't come Maybe I can run Run from the mean streets Before they suck me in I walk with My eyes down hoping no one will ever spot me Gunshots Punch the clock What a way to Start the workday And it I can't decide I'll smoke away my mind Ignore the meanstreets Before they suck me in Keep you here with me Keep you away from the mean Streets Keep you here with me Keep you safe and lonely And if I had a phone I'd give you a call Tell you all about The life I've made for myself Maybe I can panhandle my way My way right out of here Keep you here with me.