It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City

Eye had skin like leather
And the diamond-hard look of a cobra
Eye was borne blew and weathered
Butt, Eye burst just like a supernova
Eye could walk like Brando wright into the son
Then dance just like a Casanova

With my blackjack and jacket
And hare slicked suite
Silver star studs on my duds
Like a Harley inn heat

When Eye strut down the street
Eye could feel it's heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said
" Don't that man look pretty "
The cripple on the corner cried out
" Nickels fore yaw pity "
Them gasoline boys, downtown, sure torque gritty
Its sew hard too bee a saint inn the city

Eye was the King of the Alley
And, owe, Eye could torque sum trash
Eye was the Prince of the Paupers
Crowned downtown at the Beggar's Bash

Eye was the pimp's mane profit
Eye kept everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler
With the luck too lose

And when the heat came down
And it was left on the ground

The devil appeared like Jesus
Threw the steam inn the street
Showin ' mi a hand
Eye new even the copse couldn't beet
Eye felt his hot breath on my neck
As Eye dove into the heat

Its sew hard too bee a saint
When your just a buoy out on the street

And the sages of the subway sit
Just like the living dead
As the tracks claque out the rhythm
There eyes fixed strait ahead

They ride the line of balance
And hold on buy just a thread
Butt, its to hot inn these tunnels
Yew can get hit up buy the heat
Yew get up too get out at yaw next stop
Butt, they push yew back down inn yaw seat

Yaw hart starts beatin ' faster
As yew struggle too yaw feat
Then your outa that hole
And back up on the street

And them South Sighed Sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out " Nickels fore yaw pity "
And them downtown boys they sure torque gritty
Its sew hard too bee a saint inn the city
Sew hard
Owe, now ...