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These Streets

 

These Streets

(альбом: Cruce Signati - 2010)


I know what I've seen
I know what I can't forget
I don't know nothing but these streets
I'm so tired of selling drugs
Hustling and busting guns
But I don't know nothing but these streets

I started out never looking back on my past
Living like the world around me was about to crash
I never had shit but a dream and a blunt in my pocket...
No hope but the roach that burns out when I drop it
I don't give a damn about a pig
I'm breaking the law
Go get the pistol at your crib
I got two in my draws
I been packing a piece since I stood four foot tall
Never trusted a busta with a bigger mouth than his balls
Sixteen as a runnaway
Gang war gun play
Seventeen letting shots blow on the highway
Eighteen feeling as hard as God
Nineteen looking at a punk judge on a gun charge
I ain't begging bitch
Put me in jail...
Look at where the hell I'm at now
I'm living in hell
What's life? I end up dead or incarcerated
With free room and board
Saying "look mom I made it...
And I hate it"

I know what I've seen
I know what I can't forget
I don't know nothing but these streets
I'm so tired of selling drugs
Hustling and busting guns
But I don't know nothing but these streets

I bought four or five Zs with my cash
And now I got four or five tweakers on my ass
Every single one wants a gram or two
But that's how that powder do when them fools finally choose to live like them junkies do
They was born to lose
But I was born to profit
What you looking for cause I bet you that I got it
I got that powder
Let them eat it
Then convince them that they need it
They believe it and you're seeing profits rising like a penis
I ain't got no truck on 24's
Ain't got no spinning rims or no Lamborgini doors...
I've always been poor
But I will let you know
I got a 44 and I bet I'll let it blow
Dead cold
Nobody heard it when your ass was getting murdered
So I leave that stinky body in a building that's deserted
How perverted and absurd of me to kill you undeservedly
But in time there's sure to be a reason to occur to me...

I know what I've seen
I know what I can't forget
I don't know nothing but these streets
I'm so tired of selling drugs
Hustling and busting guns
But I don't know nothing but these streets

I lost everything I had so fast
And seen young lives shattered like broken glass
Life ain't fair
So it seems
But I know what it means to be a child and let a bad decision kill your dreams
One minute on the corner selling them sacks
The next minute you've lost years you can never get back
Everybody makes mistakes homez
But fuck it...
Ain't everybody blessed to get the chance to learn from it
I'm a man now
I understand now that life's hard
But it's all in God's hands now
I find comfort in knowing I'm blind
But still seeing that His hand's a lot bigger than mine
They can take my life from me
Put two in my chest
But if I died for a reason then they're only killing my flesh
If I can rise above this wrong I was taught to repeat
They can't judge me for only ever knowing These Streets

I know what I've seen
I know what I can't forget
I don't know nothing but these streets
I'm so tired of selling drugs
Hustling and busting guns
But I don't know nothing but these streets

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