Lyrics:
It's red as meat
It's a cheap pink rose
Otis in the driver's seat
Watches the street lights fade away
On louvered blocks in green sea air
In
It's red as meat
It's a cheap pink rose
Otis in the driver's seat
Watches the street lights fade away
On louvered blocks in green sea air
In
little cat.
But unconsciously yearning,
And wonderin' where you're at.
But when the meadow is shadowed
By that old sinking sun;
And the roses are bowing
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
will)
Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams
Homicide scene, perfect world
By any means get cream
Just don't let it come
the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms
N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
Outside another yellow moon
Has punched a hole in the nighttime, yes
I climb through the window and down the street
I'm shining like a new dime
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds
Nothing personal, just another snack
'N Harley said you're better off sticking to your guns
Any fule kno that
Oh Moronica Queen of the Biz
And her
here's a kiss
To remember me by!
Boy, I do. I got my eye on you
My eye on you
I had a dream I was dressed in white
The witness swears on the stand
Didn't know by now better ask around town that I keep one rolled like a one wheeled scooter
Lanky ass n***a with the stanky pack, n***a
Murder horoscopes,
Outside another yellow moon
Has punched a hole in the nighttime, yes
I climb through the window and down the street
I'm shining like a new dime
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
Ramblin' Rose
(Noel Sherman - Joe Sherman)
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why you ramble heaven knows
Wild and wind blown, that's how you've grown
Who
the sound of the starting gun
But when you're living the dream
And your ears are bad
The people in the streets aren't part of the fun
And I'd go and join
head back with a mouth full of gold teeth
And they played "Lopsided Heart"
And "Moon over Dog Street"
And by the time they played "Moanin' Low"
I was
the street
At this time I had stood to my feet and said wait a minute
And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't
With it so
in 1991, just a happy child
Playing beneath the summer sun
A vacant lost his playground, by 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
shoot up over the skyline of manhattan
But the lights are out on the mean streets
A small kid stands by the lincoln tunnel
He's selling plastic roses for
Organized madness
The wind blow different on this side
Whisper something slang
Dreams get deferred by nightmares
Sleep when you can and the streets
Oh thе
With a dozen roses in his gun rack
Junior pulled up into her side lot
He carried them up to the front porch
And hollered, "Wanda, look at what I
Come on (come on, come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin' street corner in
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