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The Streets are Ours
by TCM Apollo
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We must take back the streets
Ugh
What you know bout immigrants It's in all our hearts to wanna give Back parents risk it all ain't lost Hope yet but still there kids just Wanna sell crack
It's sad they can see the difference Legal money or the street life jail Cells or the body bags cuz they Can't stay in on a good night
Struggled in school cuz my skin Colour that's normal life you get Being black
I always played sports on my rainy Days yo tell me why sports took The pain away why do you hate More than love these days
My parents said always put faith in Allah I'm ashamed that some Nights I was losing faith
Death gotta be easy cuz life is Fucking hard shit has my mental Left in scar I'm glad my momma Made it far but you said my love is Cold but I was the one with a Broken heart
Can you believe that imma give Her a pat on the back cuz she had My heart good girl you can keep That
Sick and tired of being so modest Imma say it how it is I'll be honest
Nice shoes look back
Click clack. who's there What's that
That's another brother gone
He's fake
Your fake
We fake what's fake
Why's fake got us killing our own
I'm straight she straight
We straight. she late
Big debate. baby coming I'm Gone
This lifestyle just to fun this life Style makes a bum
I mean how don't you think bout Your family I mean why risk it all For a plan B cuz plan A was you That you were gone stay but you Left when responsibilities came Nigga how could you walk away Only cowards could walk away
What you know bout being Immigrants it's in all our hearts to Wanna give back parents risk it all Ain't lost hope yet but still there Kids just wanna sell crack
It's sad they can see the difference Legal money or the street life jail Cells or the body bags cuz they Can't stay in on a good night
Struggled in school cuz my skin Colour that's normal life you get Being black
I always played sports on my rainy Days yo tell me why sports took The pain away why do you hate More than love these days and Why do you point the blade at the Maker when the maker the reason You live today how could you Switch up just for some paper When your brother would bleed Just heal your pain
400 hundred years and counting Don't know when we'll be free
400 hundred years and counting Don't know when we'll be free
400 hundred years and counting Don't know when we'll be free
We must take back the streets
Ugh
What you know bout immigrants It's in all our hearts to wanna give Back parents risk it all ain't lost Hope yet but still there kids just Wanna sell crack
It's sad they can see the difference Legal money or the street life jail Cells or the body bags cuz they Can't stay in on a good night
Struggled in school cuz my skin Colour that's normal life you get Being black
I always played sports on my rainy Days yo tell me why sports took The pain away why do you hate More than love these days
My parents said always put faith in Allah I'm ashamed that some Nights I was losing faith
Death gotta be easy cuz life is Fucking hard shit has my mental Left in scar I'm glad my momma Made it far but you said my love is Cold but I was the one with a Broken heart
Can you believe that imma give Her a pat on the back cuz she had My heart good girl you can keep That
Sick and tired of being so modest Imma say it how it is I'll be honest
Nice shoes look back
Click clack. who's there What's that
That's another brother gone
He's fake
Your fake
We fake what's fake
Why's fake got us killing our own
I'm straight she straight
We straight. she late
Big debate. baby coming I'm Gone
This lifestyle just to fun this life Style makes a bum
I mean how don't you think bout Your family I mean why risk it all For a plan B cuz plan A was you That you were gone stay but you Left when responsibilities came Nigga how could you walk away Only cowards could walk away
What you know bout being Immigrants it's in all our hearts to Wanna give back parents risk it all Ain't lost hope yet but still there Kids just wanna sell crack
It's sad they can see the difference Legal money or the street life jail Cells or the body bags cuz they Can't stay in on a good night
Struggled in school cuz my skin Colour that's normal life you get Being black
I always played sports on my rainy Days yo tell me why sports took The pain away why do you hate More than love these days and Why do you point the blade at the Maker when the maker the reason You live today how could you Switch up just for some paper When your brother would bleed Just heal your pain
400 hundred years and counting Don't know when we'll be free
400 hundred years and counting Don't know when we'll be free
400 hundred years and counting Don't know when we'll be free
