Life and Death

You can remove the girl from the gutter But you can't remove the gutter from the girl She will return there when she no longer rocks my world I make and break many dreams, maybe you will be next Don't cross me or you will go down in flames like the rest Last week Judy, this week Jane Love me or hate me I really don't care or feel I need to explain But you better fear me or you could become another statistic I am the law out here in the streets Cops leave me alone, I supply their doughnuts A portion of my green helps the homeless I returned her to the gutter on this sunny day It will always be my way or the highway I must have made someone really mad Enough that I am at the morgue on a cold concrete slab All my greenbacks somebody's got em' I guess you could say I've hit my rock bottom