Lyrics:
feel like Kung Fu Kenny
Run around the streets laughing with my eyes closed
Feeling footloose, got moves like Michael
My momma call me on the phone
Yo, yo, yo, look, life's so deep
A lot of mums cry over deaths in these streets
But when will it end? I don't think it ever will
Gang signs turn
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with,
Daughter
Drunks on Corners Beg and Borrow
Hoes get Pimped like no tomorrow
Boys Slang Cane on dem Street Corner
Boys Gang Bang Someone call the Coroner
Assassin's blowing out gray horoscopes
That tells tomorrow hopes as caskets
Gun blasting, ratchets, tats across the abdomen
Vatican, pass the gin, flash
a ticking time bomb
Picked up a hustle from the streets most people run from
By sixteen I’m a martyr acquitted murder from an argue
A stereotype come to life
reflections
I could hardly see your palms
In your front yard was like
The world encompassed by trees that grew above you
And the street lights placed beside
happy
Until one of them was dead
Curb crawler I'm just a back street walker
Now the winner he was big around 7ft tall
And just by looking in his face
She lives alone,
Pays her rent with a job up the street,
Gets along with everybody she meets,
She gets so lonely after while,
But she always seems
They could kill me by tomorrow, love me yesterday
I fell in love once the streets took my heart away
My enemies close, my friends ain't too far away
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
to make all my days..
And i just want to share with you…
Cause I’ve got no place to hide….
I can’t live for tomorrow without you by my side..
I want live
they can't find out
Where the problems at
He's no longer getting calls
From those that use to fall prey
Cause there's
Rumors on the streets
That A's got
so much Imma hurl my heart
Into the streets
She's taking my brain and nerves apart
A part of me wherever I go by land, by sea
Offer her gold, she'll
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