The streets, the place where innocence is exploited, and children grow up on survivl instincts,
Hard paved pot hole filled streets where every where you walk the lack of community is not even in thoughts as nobody thinks,
We all in it to survive and live, we take theres no mistake and rarely do we give,
This place turns angels into killers, girls into hoes, policemen into cowards, and doves inot crowes,
You can call out and scream for help but without rights the victims pain is not even felt,
The bottom of the barrel, thats us for sure, this is our dismal world and there aint no cure,
Rats and locust surround the places we sleep, but we don't care, that fuck'n rat I'll eat,
I'm hungry, we all hungry, each day is a bless'n if were still alive, government cheese and powder milk cause us to produce and thrive,
WIth no work I get my game on infecting every Ho that I meet, dipping it day and night and often chased by the local heat,
Girls pregnant stomachs ready to explode, no father to be found his name probably not even known,
Its ok though as the city gives us our own cage, our basic needs met but no hope only suffering and rage,
I hear people talk'n bout fairness and opportunities, saying that we will never be free,
Truth is they keep theirself in the cage while other brothers and sisters take to the stage,
Certain Rights are the rights of those who free their mind, they choose education instead of street time,
They choose a book over drugs and sex, and in the end they achieve freedom and respect,
Life is only hard when you sit around and do shit,I look around and all I see is people who just gave up and quit.....
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-11-19 16:18:38
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