Lyrics:
the streets
Is that what you need to feel like you're seen
No, you just want to be a prize for someone
To feel like you're worth fighting for
Or is that just
to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich?
Come here baby why you always insecure?
Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure
My inhibitions, fighting
This is revolution shit
Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down
Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down
Uh, yeah, hey
The year is 2020, the number
A little somethin'
for it
But today try playing on some street curb,
Singin' the news in everyday words
The people pass by, the laughin' is heard
Or else they hit you
it's spoiled
And my mind is an open mind
I believe in the Bible and Quran
And I follow the signs, yeah not street signs
I mean universal signs, I'm
Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears
Looking over mad years worth of photographs
Pictures of some places I ain't never going back
Some
[Black Thought]
Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears
Looking over mad years worth of photographs
Pictures of some places I ain't never
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
drive, nigga was action packed
That's Atlantis apartments, we live in half the back
That's where the 12 year olds there, they wbe flashing crack
on
And no matter what you fighting for I promise that it'll live on
Like Make America great again
Make it hate again
Make it white
Make everybody fight
Twelve rules to live by keep your mind in check
Timeless wisdom guiding give your life respect
Stand up straight shoulder back keep your house intact
on these streets
Now you are no longer here
My thoughts seem like an island
Marooned in years gone by
And the place where I live now
Is so far away from
the Island
Change your ways and stop
Thirteen years in the projects of
Hard times to live in
Wake up in the morning
Thank God I'm still living
Sometimes I
to represent me
Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce?
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous, all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me
not for joy to live on the streets
One time a year, one time a year, forget your tears, forget your tears
Hunger and blood, it seems so far away from
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
on the streets this time of year
I saw you in my mind, I conquer your forbidden land
See your treasure's inside the sea
Don't waste your time walking the sand
For
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
years old thugging
Shoot, I said who we, we don't even speak
DJ Cannon blamming in the middle of the street
Come on
I go hard
See me running down
many didn't want to see it happen
Street moves, live from Staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin '
Hate to see a brother do good through legal
would go away
Start a day, bad hands make it hard to deal
Sometimes I wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet
Hard to live life to the fullest with
just live without rules night by night
I don't mind to still my hunger in alcohol and cocaine
And I've been fooling around by the way I am
Fighting
niggas just p-i-e
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed, so convinced
She got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she’s taking
be no Malcolm In middle
I'm Staying on fire
the ruach a kindle
I Live by the word
And it's really that simple
Forreal
Yeah
I came a long long long way
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