King Of The Streets

look at Paco, he don’t make sense
there’s no excuse for a midnight offense
playing numbers until the cops get tense
then its out the back door and over the fence
growing up crazy, growing up alone
the king of the streets
has his crown but no throne

hanging out by the liquor store
catching his ride for the Jersey shore
long hot summers is his winters cure
and then it’s back in his ride and back for some more
back in the city, back in his place
drinking Mateus until he’s out of his face
look at Paco on everyone’s case
turning his back on the whole human race

growing up crazy, growing up alone
the king of the streets
has got his crown but no throne