Street Blues

Hard or not in the streets you get shot not once but twice. Your family’s filled with strife they’ll see you in the afterlife. The man who shot you killed more than twice. He killed an innocent man and his housewife. His moves where unwise now your family has to say goodbyes in your casket is where you lie no more love no more of mamas pies death you just can’t defy. Now he’s doing double life lonely like the thaine of fife. It’s gonna be life in a cell but for people who don’t know life in the streets is a worse hell but for us normal people we couldn’t even tell but when you get cold in the streets you become hollow like a shell. There’s no emotion when you kill the only time you feel emotions is when blood get spilled it’s a hell of thrill but for people who sell crack it’s just run of the mill the only way they pay bills when you think about it really gives you chills that murder is part the job it’s that or get robbed it’s not fair but since when has anyone ever cared to find a person who does is very rare. When they see our people they get scared assume where thugs who are only bred to mug. but that’s life it’s really unfair maybe we should be seen as thugs and keep up a tough front or maybe we need a hug and someone to show us some true love cause when we die we ain’t gonna be up above after all we smoked weed and sold drugs and we’ll keep it that way until our graves are dug. In the streets we grow from the white doves you made black crows but in the streets that’s the way it goes you don’t hit high or lows like a river with no flow it’s the life of a street negro. You’ll be dead before you can blink, having flash backs of you and your boys getting drinks now you 6ft under because you didn’t think your death certificate written with fresh ink 4 weeks later your corpse starts to stink but it’s time to go into the other realm maybe not heaven or hell but somewhere in the middle suits you well you never asked for this I can tell it’s too late for you to hear God’s bell so here you’ll remain not on a mortal realm forever trying to get to heaven is a pointless endeavour that connection has been Severed. Here you’ll become untamed and insane only left memories of heart ache and pain but in the end it’s more pointless then counting the rain no matter what kind blood runs through our veins on the inside we’re all the same we all want money and fame but want each other to blame God knows this and it’s a shame but for us he never came and forever it will be that way we will live life with lots of pain and in this life there’s nothin to gain. We have a life we couldn’t choose this ain’t a game of win or lose there’s one option and it’s comin soon life is just a big ruse but always remember your crew the close friends you always knew the ones that always stayed true and remember their your family too and together you’ll make it through this street blues