Crime In the City (Live)

Well, the cop made the showdown

He was sure he was right

He had all of the lowdown

From the bank heist last night

His best friend was the robber

And his wife was a thief

All the children were killers

They couldn't get no relief

The bungalow was surrounded

When a voice loud and clear

Said, "Come on out with your hands up"

Or we'll blow you out of here

There was a face in the window

The TV cameras rolled

Then they cut to the announcer

And the story was told

"There's still crime in the city"

Said the cop on the beat

"I don't know if I can stop it

I feel like meat on the street

They paint my car like a target

I take my orders from fools

Meanwhile some punk blows my head off

Well, I play by their rules

That's why I'm doing it my way

I took the law in my own hands

Here I am in the alleyway

A wad of cash in my pants

I get paid by a ten year old

He says he looks up to me

There's still crime in the city

But it's good to be free"

Freedom

Well I come from a family

It has a broken home

Sometimes I talk to my daddy

On the telephone

When he says that he loves me

I know that he does

But I wish that I could see him

I wish I knew where he was

That's the way all my friends are

Except maybe one or two

Wish I could see him this weekend

Wish I could walk in his shoes

But now I'm doing my own thing

Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad

Although my home has been broken

It's the best home I ever had

Well, I keep getting younger

My life's been funny that way

Before I ever learned to talk

I forgot what to say

I sassed back to my momma

I sassed back to my teacher

I got thrown out of Bible school

For giving a finger to the preacher

Then I grew up to be a fireman

Put out every fire in town

Put out anything smoking

But when I put the hose down

The judge sent me to prison

He gave me life without parole

Wish I never put the hose down

Wish I never got old

Wish I never got old

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