King Vinny

I feel the loss of you, stepping off this train, that much is certain, my face isn’t done, it sends anyone that way, on the Streets or Metro, I haven’t got a clue, everywhere I play, do I call for dues, you arranged the loans, introduced me to the reprobates, told me to be strong, now look what’s new, my voice flares and fades, Is this really an issue, when I used to moan, you tried to erase, everything I called a Crown, the crowd all wail on cue, sing soul to the brave truth is a bitter fruit, it shines just the same.