Lyrics:
on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son,
equity, no justice or peace
They're conditioned by the system, it's a given, they're victims
Making wrong decisions; not resistin' this tradition
We preach
you'll find Worksop
Where I lived when I was a lad
In a house with me Mam, two sisters and Gran
One brother, a budgie, and Dad
At the end of our street
get right
I know you living the slime life
But you'on need that shit no more aight
I don't judge you for the life you lived
We was raised in
A place called home
Welcome Home
Life man
It ain't meant to be lived this way
I live in a country where they say support the troops
Yet you got vets
the family close
Man growing up me and my bro being unstable
At home
Lived on the island by address, till the stress lead us all
Back from where we left,
with no problemo
Iceberg rabbits and the fox and more
Where I coped two more brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
up
Each night he drank himself to sleep in a town where he lived but did not belong
These streets were built by men who came from the earth then
the long street having slowly stolen,
His heart foreshadowing all calamity,
His eyes upon the stones, he reach'd the home
Where Annie lived and loved him,
they critiquing tryna polish up your street rap
They Never lived a day but tell you what your Hussle lack
They get you trapped and locked up
Then they
pastor but I don't go
Cause they all be on this one street
So I take it on myself to thank him one deep
And give my money to the most needy
And never
on the fucking streets
My bra the streets got me scarred, smoke a cone just to calm
Run, run, run from the cops, if they come at the point of their gun, is where
the neighborhood we lived in
It was dangerous
Peep this
One day we went to St. Mary's Park
In the middle of a shoot-out
Where the guns would spark
We didn't know
a yout was murked
He got clocked by the ops and shots popped
Now there's chalk lines on the block but they're not for hopscotch (No games)
So it's hard
their records on hold
They threatened by my presence cause I make them feel old
Guaranteed if they drop, they bragging bout what they sold
Just
a plan
If you ain't ever lived it then you don't understand
This is for ah all of my bros
Out here in these streets by the cold
I ain't here to glorify it
suburb means I grew up inna nice home
Probably smallest on the block but I called it my home
I lived with momma and grandma they raised me all alone
My
In the coldness of the city
Where the neon sleeps
The streets show the pity
And the nights run deep
And every shadow seems to hold a hidden
to stay alive, survive and they gettin' mine
Faultless for ghetto minds, and FUCK DA ???
See you rather run the streets and fuck around with the crooks
THEY
want, people from the streets to understand
Their fate
Isn't, something governed by a man up in a state
Of manor
Sipping wine while their mothers
Where you been, aahh
You got to survive to keep yourself alive
Yeah-ah, my na na no, yeah
So if I'm walking down the street and you see me
Don't walk
on the spot
Not until he bought a Benz did his name get hot
Out on the streets slingin big rocks on concrete
Those who tried to play him, they cold got beat
I
or starving
I come from the garden, where snakes was ya apart of the family
I don't pardon what I say, I lived through the calamity
Niggas say shit uncannily,
Feel like I been on for a minute
Only when my whole team is winnin'
I been goin' on for a minute
Talk slick when they see me start grinnin'
I'm
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