I'm posing on the sidewalk. Here's where I'm

working at night. They're also working at

night. They know I've known it all along.

They want me of the street. They're getting out

of the car. They try to corner me in.



LAPD, why are they always after me.



There's blue on every corner. How am I

supposed to make a living? They never leave

me alone. They are as cold as stone.

They really don't give a damn about

the person I am. I run as fast as I can.



All these accusations, what are you trying to

say. I've been working my ass of all

goddamn summer. If I had the choice to live a

perfect life, I wouldn't hesitate.

I'd be anywhere but here tonight.



Turn around now cause

I will never turn myself in.

I know better places to spend the night