We the streets (pending verse)

Grown in city, where it's all about survival

I heard the glock click, the croud split

I ran in my bestfriend was down he was hit.

blood spilling from his chest, eyes staring blank

just another day for a young black guy

is he gonna live or die?

only the reaper tells

There goes another thief, or that hoe at the motel

across the street from the projects building

Kids playing in the street only to copy and repeat

Walking down the street

You see homless people begging for something to eat

People getting robed. cause they clothes looking neat

Crack heads smoking their pipes on a park bench, take a seat

In the city where its gritty. People dying. Starving

But the goverment still chargin

still greatness comes out of this place

Everyday you gotta look in the face..of death

Going from a young nigga holdin a tech to someone with a spec

Of greatness. And thats all it takes. Your dream is what you make it.

So take it. just take it.