One kid from Brooklyn The other from Queens Met on a crosstown train They cut from class, and they both agreed A bottle down at Coney's all they need
A handful of kicks they stashed under their belts But Queens stepped on Brooklyn's time Now a new gang's there with icy stares The stranger said hello and that's goodbye
He's got more faces than the cards you drew You can't say spit, but you know it's true When it all comes down, and the deal is through The stranger made a buyer of me and you
She smoked the filters, and he smoked 'em straight On gin and jazz they agreed A pack of nights, went spinnin' round In no time they were shacking up midtown
A vow it would seem, to fill out that dream But life ain't what you think Cause where once stood two, there now stand three The stranger now divides their company
Mr. Down On His Luck Living shopping cart dreams He works the end of my street With gushing words and daily dimes I buy myself a little peace of mind
The workday is long And when night draws her shadow I get tired and so beat I passed right by the man in need The stranger led me faster up the street
I thought I was in a different place The stranger just looked me dead in the face I bought his wares in stead of grace bought a bill of sale instead of grace
He's got more faces than the cards you drew You can't say spit, you know it's true When it all comes down, and the deal is through The stranger, he made a buyer of me and you