Mean concrete got you walkin' to a place you know You gon' meet your maker when he hands you dough Late-night creature go a-walkin' with her Head hung low All her features are a talkin' But-a she don't know She don't know High heels clingin' on a pavement streets aglow Hips are swaggerin' and achin' to and fro She don't need no education When the streets are mean He done seen a revelation now In her jeans but she don't know How easy it is to make a dollar When a man gonna give you his wages Just to make him scream and holler With a number left, left in the pages But she don't know