Drivin’to the city Another Friday night My pain it is a callin’ I gotta try and set it right Well I know it’s temporary I know it never lasts But you know I gotta stop it Gotta try and kill my past Runner on the corner T-shirt to his knees You know they’re only children caught in this social disease Money in my pocket burning holes in my soul Don’t know how to stop it and I’m feeling much too old Oh no Oh no The city's callin' Here we go again Lord,lord Sky is fallin’ Baltimore...gonna take you in Rich man, Scotch and water Long black, Cadillac Poor man at his Bus Stop Got his Forty, in a sack Common sense ain’t nowhere Nowhere to be found Only greed and hunger Makes such a hurtful sound Baltimore...she ain’t your friend Oh Baltimore...she’ll take your sin Hmm Baltimore...She’ll always...take you inmore