Lyrics:
Everybody flirts to their ideal place
And the children all smile as a boat shuffled by them
Trying to pretend that they've got som space
These streets have
eat dog world, and that ain't no lie.
Listen! it ain't even safe no more to walk the streets at night,
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine.
Let me tell you
eat dog world, and that ain't no lie.
Listen! it ain't even safe no more to walk the streets at night,
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine.
Let me tell you
eat dog world, and that ain't no lie
Listen, it ain't even safe no more to walk the streets at night
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine
Let me tell you
heart that's calling me from the blue
Children living in the streets where they play
While nearby an old man cries
Brother, can you, can you spare
to sing
And we used to cry
Through everything
In our children's lullaby
Little girl on the street with nobody around
Has her head in the air
mo', right after that
Yes, women you lookin so very beautiful here today
Some of you with the same thang on from the club last night(oh)
The Lord giveth
Don't be confusing me with haters, player
Get your paper
Just show respect to the folks who made you
(yeah)
Blessed by the creator so give money nigga
of the street operas
[killah priest]
In my location is where they run the operation
You either stuck or getting bucked by the train station
Word is bond if
into darkness
Or swim in the night
You have the choice to believe
To follow me
Follow me
Give us something to believe
A revolution on the streets
rapping bout your life
I always been up in these streets and I ain't seen you one night (Not one night)
I gotta Pistol with a potato, that's a 38. Special
I
[Chorus]
For all the noise on my hometown street
Little children playing at my feet
Well I would give my soul to be
Back in your arms in Tennessee
Too
age
Witnessing memphis we bleek
Might of been
A different
Case but each one they
Got beat thanking God
Every day I'm
Still in these
Streets
The puzzle
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by
But it's always rocks and beer bottles they throw
At first they're excited to see a talking goat
They
I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels
The wind rushed around in the dirty town
And the children let out from their
little children out to play
And if you ask
"Who are you?
They'll always say
"I'm not a homeless man
I'm a gypsy by trade
And I'm travelin' this
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
coming home at night isn’t always guaranteed
I can't breathe
Hatred flooding in the streets
We’re drowning in the poison everyone in disbelief
I can't
Yep
Nights like this... huh
Make you realize how far we done came
We done built a brand, we own all the rights, haha
Bombay sipping, woodgrain
Under the dark of night the cover of silence
Some mother tuckers her kids
Up under the covers
To shield their eyes from the blinding light
Crashing
in the cold night air
Guns on the streets and fear in the air
Drugs in their veins nobody cares
A life without dreams can end a life
The ghosts of war
Let me tell you a little story about one night out
It all started with a typical night to Juliet's
And then shit got wild
Let me tell you about it
Ap
Every night when I'm alone I wonder how loud if you're there
Out in the streets with people passing by they don't even care
If there's a God then
the killin'
Gotta save what's left for all these children
Stop getting caught by the hype thinking that's livin'
It's time to change things for the living
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