You know I like the focus Though I don't like the police You know I like good rhythm And I'm drawn to some sleaze You know my jeans don't fit me I'm just too skinny to the knee The more I get to thinking, baby I got no patience My street is way too noisy It rumbles and it sags My gross cigar's too fussy My book has got no class It rests for 30 minutes Then it screams throughout the night I'm just too old to get it good I got no patience My conscience still declining My spirit starts to rise One day I blame some immigrants Next day I blame It's a constant revolution, up to a mirror to my lines Well, I get the real impression, honey, by the time I've made my money You know I ain't faking I got no patience