Lyrics:
where I came up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up nigga
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your brain exposed
But
the life of a rapper and a hardcore skater
I lived in Dogtown for over 5 years off of 6th not the condo by the pier
I've lived in Lincoln Heights also in
to be blocked by the rock
And the pain
Hold me up and carry on
When I was in the wrestling profession
I'd oversee every single confession
They're coming
settled in the quaint, Northern town where people are friendly
We can walk in to a watering-hole and they call us by name
Small town streets are where I'll
man indeed
Can I find out where he once lived
When he was in Paris
Maybe I'll trade a soul or an ear
Drum with him
Visit cafe near Paul Sartre
Precised by everybody
Look how I extended
They wanna join my route
We busy smoking the same blunt
The same trump we are on got lot of empty spaces
[Chorus]
In these streets, where we from
We all caught in the game
Tryna pull our life out of the drain
If you don't make it, you the one to blame
on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son,
equity, no justice or peace
They're conditioned by the system, it's a given, they're victims
Making wrong decisions; not resistin' this tradition
We preach
livin' my life
Till they come carry me away
I've been there in LA nights
In the block where I came up
My pops used to hate
When we hanged with them
you'll find Worksop
Where I lived when I was a lad
In a house with me Mam, two sisters and Gran
One brother, a budgie, and Dad
At the end of our street
A place called home
Welcome Home
Life man
It ain't meant to be lived this way
I live in a country where they say support the troops
Yet you got vets
We want our lick back slid through the block
Alright
We just heard an opp just
Slid through the block
They dropped fifty on him
Lil' bro lived by
get right
I know you living the slime life
But you'on need that shit no more aight
I don't judge you for the life you lived
We was raised in
dominoes, but who to blame
Cause I'm servin' the hood with a lot of dope
Cover my feelings with a zan while I'm drinkin' a monoco
My streets eatin' up by
the long street having slowly stolen,
His heart foreshadowing all calamity,
His eyes upon the stones, he reach'd the home
Where Annie lived and loved him,
with no problemo
Iceberg rabbits and the fox and more
Where I coped two more brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
up
Each night he drank himself to sleep in a town where he lived but did not belong
These streets were built by men who came from the earth then
the family close
Man growing up me and my bro being unstable
At home
Lived on the island by address, till the stress lead us all
Back from where we left,
they critiquing tryna polish up your street rap
They Never lived a day but tell you what your Hussle lack
They get you trapped and locked up
Then they
pastor but I don't go
Cause they all be on this one street
So I take it on myself to thank him one deep
And give my money to the most needy
And never
on the fucking streets
My bra the streets got me scarred, smoke a cone just to calm
Run, run, run from the cops, if they come at the point of their gun, is where
the neighborhood we lived in
It was dangerous
Peep this
One day we went to St. Mary's Park
In the middle of a shoot-out
Where the guns would spark
We didn't know
a yout was murked
He got clocked by the ops and shots popped
Now there's chalk lines on the block but they're not for hopscotch (No games)
So it's hard
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