Lyrics:
Just like the cat lies awake when he sleeps
I suffer in silence
Just like a rat runnin' through our city streets
I don't want no violence
No
Violent by
shoes
Ghettoised children murdered in
Broad daylight
By those employed to protect them
Live porn streamed to
Your pre-teen's bedrooms
Glass ceiling, no
broadcasts
Which neighborhoods the tanks have passed
Loud whispers bounce off the walls
Familiar streets appear strange
Anticipation of change
the greatest
Lord watch over me as I sleep
(Watch over me as I sleep)
There's no love in these streets
(No live in these streets)
Show no love in these streets
Look, you live by the streets, you gon' die by the streets
Everyone know that's the code, bro Cuz in the feds facin' a 20 piece right
Now All cuz he
know where to go,
And what to do yet,
It’s a lot of lives lost,
Rules gotta be set,
As leaders of the streets,
We haven’t heard from the chief yet,
Only a few mc's get to hang that plaque
On the wall rappers ball, but they dont live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has
a young nigga, he was only fourteen
Don't fuck with niggas, he stay social distanced like he quarantined
Went from NBA to tourin' dreams and a street
It's a nice place to be.
...Right
I was walking along through unfamiliar streets,
And it felt strange 'cause there didn't seem to be anyone else
won't get
Mask on, tired of your cough and your snot, you're fuckin tired of the news fuckin tired of all the sadsack shit suits sayin live by yourself
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
could still look up and see the stars not street lights shining
The walls of the world are closin' in
The spreadin' city spreads us thin
We can't
the grey hairs
People think I'm tripping higher than the price of gas
But I gotta have it like a geeker need a blast
Life's full of test and to live you
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
the cold weather
Clips for the berretta laying by my umbrella
Shit, I'm down for whatever!
Nowadays, snipers got you in scope
Just ask Lee Harvey Oswald in
street men who paid their dues
'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose
They knew it
So they just got to it
With cracked old Gibsons and red
By the money hungry seeking white man
Fucking up our streets with pollution
Then lock a nigga up for the solution
There they go again pickin'
live in the Beacon
I'm 'shaw' to 'shank' shit up like Morgan Freeman
Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas
And incidents, my
is)
We live in the city we live in the jungle
It's time to be drinking a thimble humble
Everything you ever see is never more than you and me
Give
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
ask? Was to create a Dallas classic
So go cop another one and keep that one in the plastic
(By Any Means)
You had to have it/ All recorded, mixed,
Doorways
Corners
And the street lights dance in your eyes
Behind the cinema
In the
Rain
In the subway
Where the walls crumble and cover you
by the wall!
You got lots have Potential!
You decide to choose a
Wrong judgement to live a life
Wearing orange stripes like beehives?
Come on man!
You
even your lawyer, dummy
Big risk, big reward, you wanna live large
You're either talkin' to the sarge or die by the sword
You gon' keep it in
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