Now this one dedicated to all the people living in the streets.
I wrote this one many, many, many years ago.
You know?
Blessed is the man who walketh not to the counsel of the ungodly,
neither standeth in the ways of the sinner.
But he put his love and his trust in the faith of the most high.
You know?
Sometimes dark and it's cold.
Sometimes dark and it's cold.
On the darker side of town,
you got to know what's going down.
On the darker side of town,
it pays to know who is around.
I've been righteous much too long,
denied I was weak,
cried out to be strong.
Plagued and tortured by inner pain,
seems like my life is tortured again.
On the darker side of town,
you got to know what's going down.
On the darker side of town,
it pays to know who is around.
Club swinging,
hustlers on the streets,
east up on the corner,
they're playing for keeps.
Hunger feed business,
run-ins get deep,
beast on the corner,
must take a peep.
They say that place down there you must not go,
but I feel it somewhere in my soul.
Place is dark,
wet and cold,
street people are living it,
are living it bold.
On the darker side of town,
you got to know what's going down.
On the darker side of town,
it pays to know who is around.
Yea,
though I walk the valley of the shadow of death,
I and I shall fear no evil.
But thou art with me,
like guidance and protection forevermore.
Sometimes dark and it's cold,
sometimes dark and it's cold.
On the darker side of town,
you got to know what's going down.
What's going down.
On the darker side of town,
it pays to know who is around.