Check it out - it's eleven-thirty,

My hand is getting dirty

Snatchin' up things that probably can't be waitin'

Now this is a vision of a violent life

Livin' by a guard and totem of the night

I'm slamin' doors 2-4-5 'n pullin' the keys

Now these are the traged valuable luxuries to me

In the early dawn, before you yawn

I've been there swiped you and then I'm gone

Now it's six-o-clock, my heart tic-tacs

A black sadden bag full of bad ass rocks

My identity has to be exposed

Stealing from the spot that I chooly chosed

I lose and enfuse my choice to chose

Now I'm sick and I'm fallin' deeper in the mess

There's no hope for me, see??

My path has been chosen I'm Johnny B

Johnny B, how much there is to see

Just open your eyes, and listen to me

Straight ahead, a green light turns to red

Oooh why can't you see, oooh Johnny B

Johnny B, how much there is to see

Just open your eyes, and listen to me

Straight ahead, a green light turns to red

Oooh why can't you see, oooh Johnny B

The situation's tight

You are billin' by the night

Can't choose between the wrongs and the rights

I'm searchin' for the clues, yo-what am I gotta do

I got the habit to take valuable things from you

Here I stand and I'm physically trapped by my tent

Drifting northern breeze triumphal is this adman

A lonely path when I stand alone

A round mothern flexion bendin' by my own

Here I lay down into certain deaths

Two spirits calls grabs my very last breath

Sometimes I wish reveseness in my path

A simple guest or a simple laugh

But I'm evil, dirty and mean

Two pounds blood pasts through my bloodstream

Frightened huh? You should be

Who am I? I'm Joh