Boston

I be on my own 200 miles away from home Balling out in Boston, wearing all this chrome Ask me how I'm doing and I'll say I'm doing awesome Really I'm alone, got too many problems, and you start em Know I got some people but I'll never call em It's an issue, they don't miss you Use me once and throw me out like I'm a tissue In the city people faker than a mannequin Got me mad again, where you from again Feel like 50 (cent) cause I can't trust many men And the women worse, I know that they want my bands Know they got two faces but at least one's nice And I gotta keep my distance like a satellite Walk alone at night, it'll be alright Keep the family tight, it'll be alright