Lyrics:
(City rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh)
When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (ooh)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my
brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St,
Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more
'Cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door
Think this
A street screamed rape by a garden gate.
Nobody laughed, nobody cried.
But the hinges were oiled, the police came late.
Nobody laughed, nobody cried.
The minstrel of the dawn is he
Not too wise but oh so free
He'll talk of life out on the street
He'll play it sad and say it sweet
Look into his shining face
Eric fought me, made me tougher
Love you for that my nigga no matter what bro
Marcy raised me, and whether right or wrong
Streets gave me all I write
a train goes by, it's such a sad sound
No, no, no, no, no
It's such a sad thing
And when I'm lying in my bed
I think about life and I think about
misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
I'll one day walk into shots, drunk off champagne from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma in
I'm tired of being a nice guy
I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why
So they label me a lunatic, could care less
Death or success is
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
Memories of growing up
And working hard
Our childhood passed us by
Mom and Dad
They
As each long day rolls by and falls behind me
In the lonely night there's a peacefulness I've found
Tho' I'm weary even then
When I rise to start
Hanging out all by myself
At least I make good company
Hey, isn't that a what's-his-face
That I see walking down the street
I'm gonna hide in
and dancers
He's standing under street lights
He's thinking of his old life
He lost his pretty young wife
The corner is his big plan
His brunch with Jim
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
of Yachting
The leather-bound Life of Attila the Hun
Portobello Road, Portobello Road
Street where the riches of ages are stowed
Artifacts to glorify our regal
can't take away from me
'Cause life is like a slide show
Lookin' back on my life time
See the slides go by, tryin' to wonder why
Lookin' back at where
I remember thinking 'bout forever
Sitting there with you by the river
We danced in the little lights
And felt for the first time
I remember
Ain't no peace out in the streets
Said, ain't no peace out in the streets
Refuse to be defeated by enemies
Refuse to be mistreated by these police
down the street
You're such a bundle of me oh my
And that's the reason when you go by
Each heart (everyone's heart)
Naturally skips a beat (just
of the week
And life has a reason
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Street are alive
You know everybody's going somewhere
You put
Ain't it funny how life imitates art?
Saint Valentine he's got bloody knees tonight
But when she's walkin' down the street
The sidewalks there
She was a friend of mine
Alone on a dead end street
Dancing through life
On the front lines
She led a quiet life
Ends, they don't always meet
If I'm alone
On the streets
Back in Philadelphia, that's my home
But I've gotta live
Live the life I sing about, ooh
Sing about in my song
Hello my friends
So happy to see you again
I was so alone
All by myself I just couldn't make it
Have you heard baby what's the wind blown round
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