Got a bleak perspective, I'm a street wise man. Going nowhere with my life. Careening toward an early death, a streetwise man; On the corner every night
chorus: So brace-for impact, brace-for impact, brace-for impact, why don't you brace the end is coming, no time for running.
Dealing drugs to little kids, a streetwise man. Selling death and making cash. Pulling scams and moving bids, a streetwise man. Society has called my bluff tonight.
