Born in the city — we used to play in the streets.
I was taught to steal for myself and let some crooks run free.
People tell me I look like my dad
But I haven’t fought enough men to match the guts that he had.
A bastard of Queens, these streets have always called to me.
I’m not afraid of being punched in the face;
Just the seconds before
Because I hate that I can’t see the future.
I’m not afraid of being jumped at midnight
Because I’d force my ghost to follow them home for a fight.
Mile high energy ride on finding the actual thief tonight — forced up on the wall,
Been looking for answers we knew he wouldn’t give us at all.
A bastard of Queens, these streets have always called to me.
I’m not afraid of being punched in the face;
Just the seconds before
Because I hate that I can’t see the future.
I’m not afraid of being jumped at midnight
Because I’d force my ghost to follow them home for a fight.
A bastard of Queens
It took a drive though his old neighborhood
Listening to all of his stories
To teach me the kind of man I want to be.
A bastard of Queens, these streets have always called to me.
I’m not afraid of being punched in the face;
Just the seconds before
Because I hate that I can’t see the future.
I’m not afraid of being jumped at midnight
Because I’d force my ghost to follow them home for a fight.
I’m not afraid of being punched in the face;
Just the seconds before
Because I hate that I can’t see the future.
I’m not afraid of being jumped at midnight
Because I’d force my ghost to follow them home for a fight.
A bastard of Queens, these streets have always called to me.
I’m not afraid of being punched in the face;
Just the seconds before
Because I hate that I can’t see the future.
I’m not afraid of being jumped at midnight
Because I’d force my ghost to follow them home for a fight.