Streets talk
• Written by Keon
i put the needle inside you, and i call that lethal injection
but then im rising from the dead and i call that resurrection
and then my mind be so fucked up i call that misdirection
This beat go in so hard that its name could have been erection
a world of deception
my brothers in a Correctional
facility
i hope ur feelin me
This the story of straight behind the scenes
of broken dreams
and silent screams
of kids adults and teens
who be here using music and graffiti
to overcome their probelms in life
as a last resort,
they find this easy
thats the truth so honestly beleive me
they stuck in need of three wishes
but they cant find no damn genie
they life is kind of hard
they got scars
no seccond chance they get caught
and then they put behind them bars
they life is kind of hard
they got scars
no seccond chances they get caught
and then they put behind them bars
im a voice fo the voiceless
a movement for the still
on the incline to the top
climbing a steep hill
i dont do paper chasing
im the type that likes to wait
my motto is work hard
and after you celebrate
its ur mind that i penetrate
bomb about to go detonate
kazoo, is one of a kind
so you could never replicate
there will never be one
balanced between good and evil
this ones for the streets
and my type of people
words poisonous like cyanide
I ampified
rates of genocide
with my lyrics please step aside
dig u a grave in the country side
you and i are not alike
i will steal your bike
find the time to strike
i will pull a knife
and then take ur life
thats the way my brothers work
thats the mentality when ur down in the dirt
but were misunderstood, you got the wrong conception
like an ass is a donkey but you got the wrong perception
just cuz we spray paint and say fuck the fedz
dont mean that we smoke weed and pop them meds
