Check it out - it s eleven-thirty, My hand is getting dirty Snatchin up things that probably can t be waitin Now this is a vision of a violent life Livin by a guard and totem of the night I m slamin doors 2-4-5 n pullin the keys Now these are the traged valuable luxuries to me In the early dawn, before you yawn I ve been there swiped you and then I m gone Now it s six-o-clock, my heart tic-tacs A black sadden bag full of bad ass rocks My identity has to be exposed Stealing from the spot that I chooly chosed I lose and enfuse my choice to chose Now I m sick and I m fallin deeper in the mess There s no hope for me, see?? My path has been chosen I m Johnny B Johnny B, how much there is to see Just open your eyes, and listen to me Straight ahead, a green light turns to red Oooh why can t you see, oooh Johnny B Johnny B, how much there is to see Just open your e编辑于2009/06/04更新