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ain't in the street enough
Say they gone this on social media, In real life you know Ima call they bluff

I been going hard for a lil while, They gone

out the toy chest When god's children are done playing

Do hood niggas dream?
Seems like the answer is no.
All the niggas in my hood wanna do is smoke

Hermetico

Balkan Beat Box

The Balkan Club Night

2008

- to mexico)

Lesahek ota cmo eze mariachi
(playing it like some kind of mariachi)
Be-halifot shkhorot shel gucci o versace
(in black suits by

Mexico City

Balkan Beat Box

Nu Med

2007

suits by Gucci or Versace
Menagen ba-rhov le-cova rek be-shanti
(Playing in the street to an empty hat with shanti)
I love America, Tire le'an hazarti!

crmstrong
I've been doing this job For too dang long 
cnd I know  I'm so raw, like wrestlings on  
cs a children's artist, I'm Goated.  I've performed in 20

Daddy and my brother said Dalo you on some other shit
Those words were like a knife to my chest
They fucking stuck it in
So fuck it then, So as the rain

a shilling (ayy)
And I want to help all my brothers in the hood
Get what they want, God willing
Let's go make a killing, feed the children
Take care

and we've rumbled  
In the streets we have been humbled  
Due to the violence, our mamas are crying  
Our children are dying taken by the gun blow
 
What are

Collateral damage
In the culture of the gun

The children are shooting each other
On the streets and in the schools
Fifteen died at Columbine
Twenty-six

limousines. The sun
danced on the chromium. Slant eyes drowning
in the light. Lights turned red as elbows jabbed,
voices snarled and luck turned sour, Children

from danger but not
Safe from love, not safe from every good thing

Some time passed, the sun and the moon sped by
Birds flew, dogs barked in their turn,

to the mountain crest
Cultivated by a stream in a fountain press
I'm elated in his presence I must confess
Jesus Christ is the Lord no need to guess
O, I believe

lets hear bars
(Since you real)
I'm on top the building
Staring at all of the children
Playing right next to the field where
Rubber bullets from the cops

wanna be
Seen a lot of things that you don't want to see
Whole family in a van, living on the streets
Then mama quit her job just to manage me
Right now

We Are Winning

Flobots

Fight with Tools

2008

on
Tune in
Stand and be counted, wounded, stationed
In the belly of the vulture watch your back
Theres no civilians
Women, children
Front line listen

This one hurt
Don't take another day for granted On this earth
Most n***** die in the streets
He literally died on a street he Normally drives to work

you hear me jap out on these beats
'Cause I'm in the streets
The streets is keeping me fed
These niggas 'll leave me for dead
If they get the chance

this the mission 
Put more funds in academic research and education 
The kids up in your streets be the reason they celebrate 
You know we rise by

moved across the street
And now your mailbox has an even number
And all the children on your block
Are playing foursquare in the street
And I would join

the man
This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand
This is for the illest emcees that'll never be known
And this is for all the soliders that'll

The first blossom, now it's here
Oh, the waves by the pier
The first blossom of the year
Now it's here
I see bluebird, I see cherries
Children playing with

obliterating opponents, quit nicotine? It shows in my slowness 
Where's your effort to live in better moments? 

My maturity grows with me too, it shows by

The Light in My Little Girl's Eyes

The Legendary Pink Dots

Any Day Now

1987

limousines. The sun danced on the chromium. Slant
Eyes drowning in the light. Lights turned red as elbows jabbed, voices
Snarled and luck turned sour, Children

love
But I'm feeling
Some resistance in my own life
Used to walk the streets
Now that I drive
Every turn sparks nostalgia
N' it hurts I won't lie
(Yeah)