I'm posing on the sidewalk. Here's where I'm
working at night. They're also working at
night. They know I've known it all along.
They want me of the street. They're getting out
of the car. They try to corner me in.
LAPD, why are they always after me.
There's blue on every corner. How am I
supposed to make a living? They never leave
me alone. They are as cold as stone.
They really don't give a damn about
the person I am. I run as fast as I can.
All these accusations, what are you trying to
say. I've been working my ass of all
goddamn summer. If I had the choice to live a
perfect life, I wouldn't hesitate.
I'd be anywhere but here tonight.
Turn around now cause
I will never turn myself in.
I know better places to spend the night.
