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The Ice Of Boston lyrics
The Early Years
In The Streets Of Boston
Got a bleak perspective, I'm a street wise man. Going nowhere with my life. Careening toward an early death, a streetwise man; On the corner every night
chorus: So brace-for impact, brace-for impact, brace-for impact, why don't you brace the end is coming, no time for running.
Dealing drugs to little kids, a streetwise man. Selling death and making cash. Pulling scams and moving bids, a streetwise man. Society has called my bluff tonight.
chorus:
The end is coming, no time for running NOW!
The Early Years
In The Streets Of Boston
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