Lyrics:
the reward
Might die by it but i'm living by the sword
What is life if i cant live it how i want
I ain't just another squirrel trying to get a nut
Ain't just
Jumped off the porch, we was just kids
We ain't choose the streets, the streets chose us no choice but to live this shit
Sometimes I think about how
kids in the projects
They wanna be us no father figures
Nothin' that you could teach us
Ghetto streets raised
Is blowin' weed and Black & Milds
a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through
I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag
In the streets of New York
Dope fiends are leaning for morphine
The TV screen followed the homicide scenes
You live here, you're taking a chance
and brothers
Like the public execution of George Floyd
Cannot go unnoticed and unchallenged
The continued disregard for black and brown lives
By white
in the jar
Looking both ways, I'm cautious when I'm ("drivin' round")
Hood rats that's fresh but barely feed they kids
Little kids that's killas
MAKE A MILLION"
I know you gotta run these streets at night
I think about it every time that I turn out the light
In the crib with the kids feeling all
a pretty introverted kid i was
Never really too close to anyone else i
Just thought it was a bit far fetched for
Anyone to really listen to a kid
That felt
was doing
Taking over their own streets so they could improve 'em
He keep busy as a bone just burning and looting
So by four in the morning, baby he
A yo it's crazy bugged
It's like we're speaking another language
Our hearts anguish
For those who doesn't understand this
The streets became dull
cry to the swine
When your life's on the line
Some say I'm not right in my mind
But I live by the street code
Something like Tyson in his prime
But I
the gang truce
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] They be perpetratin live, like they wild on the avenue
[Keith] Gangstas flop,
Ayy
Let's take a trip back to grammar school, a smart kid in a bad school
Momma told me about the street life, better think twice cause that's bad news
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
know if you will
Let me know, me know (uh)
'Cause a chick gotta live
A chick like me, I got to live (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Talk is talk (uh), and talk is
know if you will
Let me know, me know (uh)
'Cause a chick gotta live
A chick like me, I got to live (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Talk is talk (uh), and talk is
supply my brother
Have the candle light visual
When reviving mother
Half the night afterlife tryna discover
Back to school again
Live by the laws
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds
of the homeless
Sometimes drunk, man the kid's always phoneless
Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box
He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks
Johnny
The ghost
Of Morton Street
Follows me
Follows me
Follows me no matter where I go
And I was just a little kid
It’s no wonder that I hid
But now
sheet
With starving kids by their side.
With staring eyes that never weep
Old Moroccans with their elephantiasis feet
Who life and death treat so cheap
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