back to the sreets

i feel sick, in a rant and rage phase

im full of panic

the world is 2 faced, put my trust in people only ta get blazed

touched with the fire, only cuz i was chasin my desire

but the after math was gettin shot in the back with a sniper

they all liars, you cant trust no one

i trusted the one guy and i was left broken

i was already broken from my past crimes, past life

livin it out with the weed and dealin with guns and knives

lost my brother in the fight to survive

and now when i thought of being loved and becomin a housewife

i was used and trapped and all you hear from me now is screams and cries

i cried so much my eyes are fucking tearless, they all dry

oh lord why, should i stall in life and be left on standby?

i dont have the strength to go on, this bitch was always alone

why did i bother to respect when in return im full of regret?

im fallin back to depression, back to the bottom

back to smokin and drinkin from stress

back to feelin like livin was a major problem

back to the weed and the shotguns

back to bein chased by the sirens

back to dealin with the weapons and feelin the need of revenge

peace aint the way for me

i guess the best for me is goin back to the streets

and gettin drunk every night on lean

this isnt how i wished my life would turn out to be

but god has other plans that im watin to see

im a real g, freedom aint a word in my speech, thats how i gotta live it

back to the streetz, nigga back to runnin the streetz