The city is bleak see, bad people on the street tonight.
On the corner, girls beg for profit expecting more than offered.
Bad people I say, bad people.
Chief calls as murder lurks from dark shadows,
Perhaps a dame, perhaps a fink.
Most don’t even care anymore.
Life’s bad, real bad see.
Gone are the days of polite gentleman,
And respectable women are a rare breed.
Yeah, it’s murder.
A good old fashion who done it kinda kill’n.
Slain with bullets, two in the chest and one in the head.
Gangsta style see.
A declaration, no one gets out alive,
In the dark shadows of a bleak city.
Shell de Toni 