East Broadway Dash

A sure arrest I’m a dead man walking

Trying to ditch my stash before I walk in

Taste my lips, she rolls her eyes

I notice six of the “6” be staring, smiles n’ cries

Aint’ going down without a fight

Sprinting out the back door knocking delivery bikes

East Broadway’s holding up the ‘man

I’m running with my birds up screaming

“Fuck em’ while you can”

Running scared mask hides me calling

Jump the stile hear “cover your belongings”

Morgan Ave I’m out by a mile

Gotta love the hipster girls the be stalling while they smile

A sure arrest I’m a dead man walking