Lyrics:
time
We are listening, and were not blind
This is your life, this is your time
I was called out in the dark
By a choir of beautiful heat
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
away
The street life ain't much better, but at least I'm getting paid
And Tuesday just might go my way
It can't get worse than yesterday
Thursdays,
ends it
Journey we more into the nightmare
Cling to life, our passioned flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Winter coming
Winter push on
(push on)
Oh, winter push on
Winter is so long
Winter moves on
The last night on Maudlin Street
Goodbye
might find out we have similar goals
Occupy – take back the streets, take back your life
Occupy – take back the streets, take back your life tonight
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
strap Set it off had it sounded
Like the Nolia clap Got 2 strikes nigga dodgin the
P.O,P.O's This real life leave ya brains in da thresh hole
I a street
down in the street and died
Just because of the system (system)
Woman hold her head and cry
Comforting her I was passing by
She complained, then
While a husband lay dead?
Shot down by a gun of a runaway train;
Called life in the fast lane.
It all ends the same.
Well, the same children's lives
life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
The flower man sits down in the street
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
you tore off in his car
Here you are running these dirty old streets
Tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth
Got the hood here snowed, but you
cycles
Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova
You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in
There's a long line of mourners coming down our street
Their fancy cars are such a sight to see
They're all of your rich friends that knew you in
every night?
You won't let the night pass you by
When your body's hot
The window's open wide
This moment's all you got
In this race of life
Remember when the streetlights came on
And we had to be home?
Remember when Elm Street came on?
Couldn't watch it alone
Remember every prank call
life in a tramp's vest
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
The flower man sits down in the street
Surrounded by, the stock he
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
yeah, whoa
And I'm the don 'cause the streets said it
Yeah
And I got pressure on me
Seven days a week, it's game seven on me
Life'll test you out,
There's a long line of mourners driving down our little street
Their fancy cars are such a sight to see
They're all of your rich friends who you
killer thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
Labelled as a cop killer
The rules of the street I'm living by
It ain't no rules, so niggas got
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
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
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