Mean Streets

Mister can you spare a buck Been down on my luck I can feel it, I'm on the way up What's that you say, you're in a hurry today That's OK Have a good day This city's crushing my soul Rats and filth all I know I feel it, got nowhere to go I want to cry; no one cares if I Live or die And that's fine These are mean, mean streets they'll eat you alive All of us here, we're trying to survive We all have stories, yes, we really do But these mean, mean streets will get the better of you Ooh, oh, oh, oh Dude you're shit out of luck They don't give a f*ck Man, you smell like piss, no one wants a part of this Got to take what you want, that's the way I live Because it's all about me Don't you see We were fine yesterday Then that all went away We lost our home; poof, got nowhere to stay Been knocked to the ground and kicked while we're down I'm in pain It's been rough These are mean, mean streets, it's a hard, hard life Scrounging like dogs, just to survive You look away, but man what can I do These mean, mean streets are here because of you I made mistakes in the past Had to learn things the hard way That's behind me at last I do a good deed every day And try and stay out of harms way These are mean, mean streets, they'll eat you alive All of us here, we're trying to survive We all have stories, yes, we really do But these mean, mean streets will get the better of Will get the better of Will get the better of you They'll get the better of you