I was raised in the backstreets of the city Trying very hard just to survive Looking for that chance of a lifetime Finding a way to satisfy that inner drive
Then someone offered me a fine position Working in a bank from 9 to 5 It only took me 6 or 7 hours To realize that this was not my aim in life
Chorus: Too many lies, too many sidetracks Too many roads that lead to nowhere Too many why's, too many drawbacks I cannot fake it anymore Gotta get right to the core
I never had to sit around for ages Arguing out some stupid deal I always came and took just what I needed As long as I could get myself a decent meal
I never had to smile at silly faces I never had to beat around the bush no I always knew how to protect myself When ever it came to the push