I am a creature of the street
And I rip off all the money
I was kicked in the teeth
Shoved face 1st through a window
I got a gangland name
And a teardrop tattooed eye
They call me Little Caesar in the brotherhood of crime
I know about the pain
Dyin´ in an alley with an air-conditioned brain
I know, it is for real
Flatlined in an ambulance
Without a pulse to feel
Hey blood brother, you are one of our own
You are as sharp as a razor
And as hard as a stone
Hey blood brother, you are bad to the bone
You are a natural killer
In a bad place alone
They call me Smoky Joe
And I am as thin as a coroner´s needle
I got a pocket full of rocks
Man, I shake like a cold chihuahua
I got a runny nose
And a road map on my arm
I blew my gig pokin´ ´round the gallery
With someone else´s rig
I know, I understand
I watch my body hauled off
By the local garbage man
Hey blood brother, you are one of our own
You are as sharp as a razor
And as hard as a stone
Hey blood brother, you are bad to the bone
You are a natural killer
In a bad place alone
We are cool, we are cold
We are stiff, we are tagged
We are slabbed, we are croaked
We are whacked, we are cracked
We are smoked & cured and
slammed & slurred and
sliced & diced & put on ice
Cooked & stewed & badly brewed
And splattered once or twice
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