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
 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
 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
 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"
 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
 (*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
 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
 (*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"