One, two, three, four!
Ow!
Come, now!
I'm not rolling short so I can get down
I'm not learning to walk so I can run
I'm not learning to swim so I can go and fucking drown, now
I'm not taking advice from a loaded gun
Velvet, father, tired of theology
Dumb girl thought she was living in a meritocracy
But now her head is spread on the concrete
Don't you understand that there's trouble in the streets where you are?
All of this running and jumping's gonna leave you with a nasty scar
I'm not rolling short so I can get down
I'm not learning to walk so I can run
I'm not learning to swim so I can go and fucking drown, now
I'm not taking advice from a loaded gun
Don't you understand that there's trouble in the streets where you are?
All of this running and jumping's gonna leave you with a nasty scar
Don't you understand that there's trouble in the streets where you are?
All of this running and jumping's gonna leave you with a nasty psyche
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh
