in the winter and I'm starting to see change, so I take a walk to see if any thing's the same. And as I paced the winter streets I felt a beat in exchange
be attacked Is ignorin' the simple fact that they never meant us to speak They had planned to keep the black man weak but rap hit the streets Black rage
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alone and blue I see the Gulf of Mexico As tiny as a tear The coast of California Must be somewhere over here, over here Standing on the moon I see the battle rage
stranger Just put your foot in front' the other Crow like the rooster We are allowed to get us something Free as a danger I say Spill out on the streets
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age
I got a problem with a nigga, I go squeeze him out And what the fuck am I going to talk to the police about I am from the streets doing the type of shit
The other night we went to see Sam's play Doin' the things that we want to It was very physical, it held you to the stage Doin' the things that he wants
clock faced the color of the sky And every street that we walk down Belongs to the house where my father died Where prisoners march in luck step with each other
turn on the hood that made you To leave be afraid to the same streets that raised you Can aid you. What other black births came suit the rage up in harlem
the boat out of the raging sea Tell the Devil, he's a liar Come and save the likes of me Saw your light from the street As I passed by the other day
What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name
accelerate at each other To see which one'll swerve first Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds That of a globe on top of nine other planets
bands Their faced off against each other out in the street Down in jungle land In the parking lot, the visionaries Dressed in the latest rage Inside
steel Though he may look like any other man Something about him just isn't real With the strength of one hundred mortal men He stalks the city streets
hustler Pimp slash poet slash slash hustler Slash playa hater killer, don't fuck wit busters [Yo Gotti] I got work slash yirk slash slash green Slash hot heaters and them other
it, flames to the attic The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic Canibus and G Rap, bangin a classic And if that beef on the street - hate you
Fuck, kill, and prosper is the gospel of Wonderland Where street sands are quick to suck you down to the abyss With the lure of pure bliss if you kiss
