Lyrics:
your soul
The street life is really cold
Keep your mouth shut, and stick to the code
R.I.P. my man Ben, he died by the code
He had two kids, just turned
today like it aint no tomorrow
Put my whole team on my back, now they who we are
Now they who we are
Knee deep up in these streets, it ain't no gettin out
Like, open in hearts to
you but what I gotta prove?
Walking in the streets and
the times one o 2
Oh, Stoping by the bar
and lick a shot or two.
Malibu.
Urban Hipster, the new gangster frontin' by the club
A new wave mannequins packin' haircuts, instead of packin' guns
Magazines form overseas, won't
pray, you shall not be like the hypocrites
For they love to pray standing in the congregations
and on the corners of the streets, to be seen by men
Truly,
suits
We don't have leaders
You better wear a vest
If you are a wife beater
We run the streets
But out paced by the economy
This real-life boy
We ain't
I gave my best 'cause I know what I did
Now time will tell if I'm wrong
It goes by fast when enjoying the view
Wish it could last like my memory
don't you come knockin' down my door no more
You don't look at me on the street
You don't smile when you pass by
If you don't turn around soon
You're
We wake up bright and early and pray the morning cause tomorrow may never come
Ever come, ever come, ever come
In dem streets when we die we nuh
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
tomorrow they all vanish.
Come f wit a n like me tho
Keep it 100 baby girl he a zero
They showing me love everywhere that we go
And by the way mf they call
Follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
down if we stick together
The world is messed up
We really need each other now
Tomorrow’s shaped by us the future rebels
In the land of dreams
There’s
passing by
This time we'll be here for evermore
Do you see the those sparks
Gliding through the dark?
Tomorrow, tomorrow seems so far
We are, we are, we
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
don't think I'm gonna make it
Past tomorrow
London calls me a stranger
A traveler
This is now my home, my home
I'm burning on the back street
Stuck here
take a picture
You peeping me take a picture (You should take a photograph)
Catch me today with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow yesterday gone be
time, this place
This state of grace
The promise of tomorrow
Your thread runs through
Park Avenue
Street of dreams and sorrow
not see tomorrow
Ridin Paseo, not in the day though,
Cherish the day, but then roll out when the day go,
Ridin away yo pain and sorrow,
Live for
the tears dry by the afternoon sun
Said goodbye to the sun and hello to the moon
Yeah we know tomorrow's gonna come too soon
But maybe next time she's gonna
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