The street climbing on my back won't let me go,
Why do you have me in this bitch of a situation
That is so unkind to the eye?
Sisified men carrying that burden,
Saying it ain't the reson they can't be straight;
Women on the corner indifferent to their beautiful bodies.
I can't explain the reason.
It ain't none of my busines why
The street won't get off their backs.