Lyrics:
the bright morning star
I dreamed I was by friends all put abandoned
I dreamed I was alone but for my scars
And blinded by the tears that fell like water
No
crying but all's not lost
The streets are empty, the streets are cold
Won't you come on home, won't you come on home
The streets are empty
Life
sing).
A bird, I do too.
(A pearl is made by an oyster)
New Orleans? (Rampart Street)
(You can't be sure of a thing)
When I get tired of restin'
sing).
A bird, I do too.
(A pearl is made by an oyster)
New Orleans? (Rampart Street)
(You can't be sure of a thing)
When I get tired of restin'
She wasn't young, But she still a child
There was innocence in her painted smile
She called to me As I passed her by
Lady of the night Looked in
You'll meet many just like me upon life's busy street
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed down and eyes that stare in defeat
Or souls that live
Turn it up in my headphones, please
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
More, haha, comin' to a ghetto near you
I wasn't mad until these
news
Gossip is cheap and it's lo-o-ow
But unless you've made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw
Just then a car speeded by in
Go put your life on the line, go put your honey up
Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys
Time to play or better yet it's time to bring out them
sticky and warm
And it bakes the head of Somerset Maugham
Who is writing a scene
Of life between the wars
You're waiting by the hotdog stand
In
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
Memories of growing up
And working hard
Our childhood passed us by
Mom
Go put your life on the line, go put your honey up
Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys
Time to play or better yet it's time to bring out them
there tell me
They say, give yourself a chance son, don't let life pass you by
But the world of reality is a rat race where only the strongest survive
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
they're the people on the street
Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat
My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life
Get found
high fashion clothes
For everyone to see
Searching for that street of gold
Living in a broken dream well
That's life in the street
That's life in
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
They made haste in the brown sedan
They drove to 55 Secret Street
They made love and by the seventh wave
She knew she had a problem
She thought real
So Many Niggas Been Hurt By The Streets "Rest In Peace Lo"
Everything going good when you're getting that bread
Till them fentanyl pills get caught
Haywood, where have you been, tell me now
Haywood, you been on the street again, I know, I know
Haywood, that man's not your friend
Haven't you
If you see me running through some streets in life
Baby it's alright, don't even pay me no mind
I'm just looking for, for my yesterday
So my only
to play there in that yard
And I just drove by to see if things had changed
Cokes were just a nickel then
And across the street at the Five and Ten
the street life
Tryna run the streets and get away with it
You and your dawg on the block so strong for so long
You get locked and he don't pay a visit
He
that ever bought us
Grateful for every lesson these by any streets taught us
Started off in the streets
We would take collection from the fiends
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