Angels with Dirty Faces

All the men I held up high, people I admired Were the gangster types Or the dope fiend kinds Guys with guns and overcoats Or died from overdoses made an impact then And shaped the very man I am Here's to all who,  all who came before me Made a young man dream, dream, dream The heroes in my home wasn't like yours Portrait's of Genovese over the light doors My pops spoke highly of Giuseppe Dovi Told me 'bout the wise guys over macaroni My uncle Rudy was a don in the 50's Real greaseball shit I'm talkin' 'bout the guineas Can't forget my uncle Mickey He the first one to show me how To shoot a blicky in a jiffy Then Angelo Bruno would run the city The down south don who immigrated from Sicily It was other crews, but they was sloppy Did they retaliate properly? He got booked and did thirty years choppy These were the men that I was enamored by The type of man that My whole family glamorized All the men I held up high, people I admired Were the gangster types or The dope fiend kinds Guys with guns and overcoats Or died from overdoses made an impact then And shaped the very man I am Here's to all who, all who came before me Made a young man dream, dream, dream The heroes in my life wasn't the same as you I worshiped Brian Wilson and all The things he do The drugs he would do hardly conceivable Schizoaffective it was untreatable David Ruffin was a coke fiend Collapsed at a crack house Around the dope fiends We played In My Stride when he died One of the greatest singers of all time I was intrigued by the darkness Hearing Frankie Lymon sing was catharsis Found dead, needle in his arm, 25 F*ck around with most high pay a heavy fine Sinatra was a womanizer, Jimi was a junky But they was inspirations to me I'ma keep it funky Phil Lynott drank himself into an early grave But I was still playing all Of his records every day I love Cliff Burton muffled tones Why did I gravitate to All the troubled souls? May Allah forgive their sins Grant them Jannah too Your life is worth living if you left a jewel All the men I held up high, people I admired Were the gangster types or The dope fiend kinds Guys with guns and overcoats Or died from overdoses made an impact then And shaped the very man I am Here's to all who, all who came before me Made a young man dream, dream, dream