Lyrics:
Through the wall something's breaking
Wearing white as you're walkin'
Down the street of my soul
You take my self, you take my self control
You got me
You gotta stay fresh
You gotta stay fresh
By any means necessary
Every time you pull up
These niggas better pull out their phones
Take a picture
The rip-offs of the old and the young, the weak, the sick,
the never known.
Stabbed repeatedly in the back by the Wall Street suit.
The Washington hack.
Lining
throw rocks at your window from the street
And we'll call ourselves the flagship of the fleet
And there's a lady shining shoes up by the door
Cowboy
We melted down the gold
The gold that we found buried in her teeth
For wigs her hair was sold
To drunken soldiers, stumbling down the street
Wake up, get out, there's no time to waste now
Never shut up it's our turn to speak out
These streets are dead just waiting to come alive
Break down
now
Ya know
[Chorus]
We been starvin' so long in these crazy ghetto streets
And they say we're so wrong for the way we try to eat
How long will
the streets,
Slumber-lands bounce, to a tiny heartbeat.
Walls of old houses, still creak after all this time,
Explanations don't contain no reason or rhyme.
Distract by endless screens
Greed-jesters we did dance
Inside our hearts did scream
Can't live like this forever
Locked in still concrete
Never felt our
surface
A grief stricken anatomy resides below
Its cities and streets have been choked
By clouds of black ash and smoke
The trade has been made and we will
Yeah, you know this game
A nightmare sometimes, man
Real talk, we still tryin' to
Live our dreams out though, you know
This lil' nigga named Jamal
they screamin', man, get back in the boat
And I be lurkin' four AM through the streets for a quote
Pack my bow like I'm headed on vacation meditatin'
eyes all your lies
Well that's enough with goodbye shit
Music took me to the streets where I live the most
Communications + Situations do your math or go
message on the street, sun setting
Marker on a piece of cardboard, “Never felt better”
People pass by, I question my existence
What am I here to do if I
The girls ignore me and I'm beat
Up by the older kids
But the teachers quiz me like
"I wonder what your problem is?"
Well, the kids in my neighbourhood
All
If I look around on a crowdy street
Most people passing by neither see nor hear
Keeping heads turned down, don't seem to care at all
About
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
the walk
Quand je dis de quoi moi je back mes dires
Korey Hart c'est le boss, off the wall
Handsome, Emanifique
Moi pis le gars d'Alaclair on share le aka
3,2,1, leggo
This is it
Our backs are against the wall
It's a slippery street
But we're ready to gamble and risk it all
White pages are filled now
of the time halfway through crying (ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh)
She don't live here by herself
Sleeping in the bed she's made
Reading books about self help
Working
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool
Male or female, you want to be set
In the big mansion drinking
Road you gotta take me home
I drive by the homeless sleeping on a cold dark street
Like bodies in an open grave
Underneath the broken old neon sign
Check it out, it's the motherfucking c-o-u
To the p now you're fucking with the real dudes
Who will meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street
Through the wall, something breakin'
Wearin' white as you're walkin'
Down the street of my soul
You take my self, you take my self control
You got me
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