Little Jon

Little Jon is on the streets late night on the ave Lookin at the pretty girls and the things he'd love to have Street life heroes don't mean zero, but that's not what he sees Sidewalk stars and fancy cars makes him week at the knees [Hook] He was Little Jon He slipped away He was Little Jon Slipped away He was Little Jon He slipped away He was Little Jon End today Hangin out in the midnight hour, comin home late at night Nothing's in the kitchen but a can of beer, his father wants to fight He's not ready, he's not ready for this, there's but so much he can take He wants to get away but he doesn't wanna work, lookin for a easy break [Hook] Kids at school are really cruel, they tease him about his clothes His shoes are worn, his coat is torn, he's hungry and it shows He can't take it, he says, "Forget about this, I know what I can do I'll stand on the corner, make money and I'm gonna live better than all of you" [Hook] ( *street scene: sirens, shots* ) Years have passed and at long, long last he's really lookin good But he's not livin comfortable, he's foolin the neighborhood Competition is jealous, the cops are hot, they all want him to fail Now his only choice in life is to die or live in jail [Hook] ( *street scene: sirens, car pulls up* ) "..investigate homicide on 116th and Eighth" "..homicide on 116th and Eighth" "..what we got here?" "Looks like a homicide, Chief" "Shame. Another one bites the dust"