The Life and Crimes Of Mistress Rosie
They say the streets are mean
Hustling to make a dollar
Dirty deals gone bad downtown
Dishing out Revenge like Ice Cream
Served Up Cold as they say
Given as a Rite of Passage to him
This Cold Steel filled with Hot Lead
He goes out to settle the score
Blinded by an Eye for an Eye
Justified by a deal gone wrong
A small soul oozes and loses life
Seems his aim was off and he missed
They are Products of The Mean Streets
