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