Streets Is My Home (feat. Bronze Nazareth & Sav Killz)

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Kevlaar 7

The Wisemen is a hip hop group formed by Wu-Tang Clan affiliate Bronze Nazareth and his brother, the lyricist and producer Kevlaar 7, who died on December 23, 2014 from a blood disorder. more »

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Ayo my blood is hazey, smokey gaze
Glazed in ways, eyelids cook-up my hybrid
I've witnessed every act of violence
Silence is isolated I'm in a crowded basement
Sitting adjacent 'caine vapors raining, carbon faces
Decrepit humans, sit in ruins, suicides are amazing
Flagrant patients, inhaling icy Danish painted
Delta 88, I sit inside the pipe and wait for fate to overcome
It's niggas who can't even see the sun
I circulate around it, display scenes surrounded
By shadows and gallows, my smoke is not a trail to follow
Survival is vital, smoke billows out the rival's window
Swindle vandals, selling handfuls and halos
And rainbows and Grey Goose complement me
Anything to gain those, baked up, cocaine dose, intensely
I stole the moon leaving you an empty eclipse
Your brain ripped a cavernous hole, occupying your soul
Signifying you're dying, a sign you need your dome
I'm the reason you're homeless habit be speaking in codes
I explode outcomes, lungs and atoms are blown
The streets is my home, 'cause I need to be sold

The park bench is my bed, breathe the dark stench of lead
In the city air, my sixteenth pair of donated shoes
Thw blow made me snooze, no dough for daily booze
In God's kitchen soup meals, who feels this dead
Who real enough to sleep with cardboard over his head
When it rains I shower, the bottle is always my best friend
A life of lonely travels wherever I lay my hat
Wherever the day be at, I always got darker clouds
Even when it's sunlight, my son might be graduating
Ain't seen 'em since '86 since Rick wrestled Alligators
Im balanced with several layers, amongst candles and prayers
The Devil glares in my face in my nightmares
Remember facing M-16's for my nation's army
Now I'm facing the clerk at the Salvation Army
I asked God why I always had walked alone
No answers, so there's no heaven, the streets is my home, nigga

This is why I'm the streets, cracked concrete
Misguided fleets broke your home, stars outta reach
I was taught to civilize, teach, dip on the beats
Ganja up plots to get paid in the lease
Moms painted pictures, tainted, many resting in peace
Feeling flagrant, AIDS patient sleeping resting and deceased
Get them tabernacles, blood sucked the poor like a leech
Watch out for them thieves running up on the creep
Mentality is don't give a f*ck grim reap
It's a lot going on so it's hard to get sleep
Keep my thoro obsevrsation for them kids trying to peep
Got to move off the radar, won't detect my bleed
Black widows have his hood rats burn like Chilly Peppers
Woody wood pecker, I'm for the cream, watching cheddars
The papers change, hustlers, ballers, players, pursuit
Piffling the L I Q, special brew
Double stew got us fiend out like bottles loot
Those who were chosen chosen themselves, only a few
Minimum wage, kids barely making the grade
Never mind the education, brother go and get paid
Emcees is hurt up, wrong battles get murked up
Tsunami strike, tidal waves, niggas its surf up
Sav Killz mothafuckas, don't let me work up
Streets is my home, 85ers get served up

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