Lyrics:
on the show
The Streets is Watching or whatever
I'm lookin', these were superstars in my eyes
And they still are, you know
So, Jay came in and he spit all
the place of lumber
No phone number for weeks
Inadequate water and heat
In government-funded projects, surrounded by bumpy streets
In heat that seeps
Beneath
Thousand of kids reversed to go “home”
D.A.C.A. their home
Children consumed by their, bullshit lies
The American dream
Let this nation die let it
happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggas thought we slept but the architect sent
The Pentagon's from
what happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggaz thought we slept but the architect sent
an American song
My cousins came from New York every summer and we'd all sleep in tents
Never saw my uncle without the pork pie hat on his head
Yeah he and my
keeping me from my American Greed
With their wanton eyes, it's all part of their plan
To send their kids up here to take command
Well, we'll put 'em in
the preacher on TV, the false sincerity
The form letter that's written by the big computers
The nuclear bombs and the kids with no moms
And I'm fearful that
members worldwide
Associated with the blue bandana
Bloods, also primarily African American
Street gang founded in Los Angeles county city known
know
I went from an American kid to a bum on the street in your neighborhood.
There are things about me that you don't know
we’re changing hearts and minds
We’re on an American Ride
All part of something great that can't be denied
Now objective truth doesn’t care about your
Sellin’ guns and drugs, they are trafficin’ our kids
They brought in all the thugs, they don’t care if we live
So many pedophiles, politicians, actors,
the preacher on TV, the false sincerity
The form letter that's written by the big computers
The nuclear bombs and the kids with no moms
And I'm fearful that
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
crashin'
We hungry in the streets
Hunger in the streets
Hunger in the streets
Hunger in the streets
We all hungry in the streets
Hunger in the streets
Hunger
How can we begin to see the reality when the CIA sells us our dreams in the street? You're not burning rebellion when you're melting your mind. You're
thug mothafuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke
21 gun
Looking on the English gals
Singing American soul
You came from Northern Street
But you bleached your teeth
When you were voted best south by southwest
brothers ain’t, they faced with facing this beast
Everyday on the street, now this it ain’t a mystery
American history, show they want to get rid of me
They
It's twilight in these streets
There's been a bloody murder
And I'm not sorry
I just put a man to sleep
The old me's gone
So call somebody
But don't
of the confederate
I share the same sentiment: Slavery is bad
But slavery was established by
The American flag follow me
The American flag it flew in every colony
a lullaby
A melody for heavy eyes
Early to bed, early to die
Welcome to your worst nightmare
Fast asleep, it's all in your head now
Past the street
of me
In a moment of lucidity
Driven by my feelings
I have just to take a look
Inside,my pocket,
There is,a pic of family
Wich,(that)
remember me
Information - there'll be more and more
All through the Eighties
Will the man on the street finally know the score
But I saw a kid with no smile on his face
.jpg/300px-Count_Basie_(1955_Kriegsmann_portrait_-_square_crop).jpg "Count Basie & His All American Rhythm Section")
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