Profile of the wrong man, welcome to the game Actors are the criminals, the street is the stage A twisted world where cops hunt the decoy team And the villains live the American Dream
Word, Rap, Fall Millions of dollars and you can have it all Word, Rap, Fall Choose to standalone, divided they fall
The simplest of systems, an underground network Clients have the cash, wrong men have the turf Its time for a show - signature weapon or fist Stun gun, brass knuckles or chains; turn this disco into a pit
Oh my God, what have I done This is not what I wanted, not what I thought it would be I want my life when it was mine I don't want to be a wrong man A slave to the client's hand I don't want to be a wrong man A slave to the client's hand