I was the pimp's main prophet i kept everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin me a hand i knew even the cops couldn't beat
It's Hard to be a Saint in the City
(Springsteen)
Bruce Springsteen
via Notpulpcovers
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