Willie Perdomo - 123rd Street Rap lyrics

123rd Street Rap- Willie Perdomo A day on 123rd Street Goes a little Something like this: Automatic bullets bounce Off stoop steps It's about time to pay All my debts Church bells bong for Drunken mourners Baby men growing on All the corners Money that Ain't mine Sun that Don't shine Trees that Don't grow Wind that Won't blow Drug posses Ready to rumble Ceilings starting To crumble Abuelas close their Eyes and pray While they watch The children play Not much I can say Except day turns To night And I can't tell what's Wrong from what's right On 123rd Street