Too many heart beats breaking this town
Too many poachers standing their ground
Too many vultures feeding on their potions
Preying on the rest of us
Too many black thoughts piercing my soul
Too many aces taking their gold
While Johnny’s up the backstreet cooking up a power fix
Living by the needle and gun
Too many dark deeds bringing it down
Too many roaches running this town
Baby’s caught the syndrome mixing in the red room
Now she just a nasty girl
Better than the outside, Better than the outside
Better than the streets that take you under
Better than the outside, Better than the outside
Better than the streets that take you under
And some way you get it out somehow you work it out
Making all the rights from wrongs, you ain’t gonna work it out
Police man hey man
Arrested by the pavement
Choking on a Cigarette
I know you’re not a big man
Just another yes man
I know you’ll never let me go
Better than the outside, Better than the outside
Better than the streets that take you under
Better than the outside, Better than the outside
Better than the streets that take you under
The black queens of cocaine in pivotal moments and they’ll still run
Better than the outside, Better than the outside
Better than the streets that take you under
And some way you get it out somehow you work it out
Making all the rights from wrongs, you ain’t gonna work it out