Son Of Shaft

I'm the son of a bad...

oh, oh, ohWhoa,

I was born and raised

And thrown in the street

Problems of a man

At the age of three

My daddy is dead

So I am told

So my family name

I must serve on

I love by the clock

And live by the gun

If you met my father

Soon you'll meet his son

Whoa, oh, oh, yeah