Southern Streets
• Written by ItsTheory
ItsTheory's Notes
Me and fellow rapper Al Kapone take to other serious topics. Since we live in the South, we'd address two big issues down here, poverty and crime.
(VERSE 1: Lucifer/Me)
Catchin’ attention of these politicians and government activists,
smack a bitch, half of this rappin’ shit ain’t even happenin’,
treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,
but it’s for shock value and money, we simply draw from this energy,
this music’s for people who just feel always stuck in a slump,
crunched in a punch, absolutely just fucked in a stump,
we’re seen like we’re dangerous and have some criminal intent,
in a political sin wreck, we deserve subliminal respect,
we need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,
these situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,
what you know about bein’ broke, seein’ people dealin’ coke,
I address these issues so you and me are agreein’ both,
your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,
even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,
there’s people in the Atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,
they got somethin’ to die for but just nothin’ to work for,
could become somethin’ great, but would rather beat thugs,
as Big L would say all these bitches are just street struck,
I express these messages but a lot of ‘em might aspire,
they can’t do much, they grew up seein’ that lifestyle,
dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,
on the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,
sellin’ crack to the youths, who just take it in,
they think the rock is cool, they take and make it then,
although, don’t just go and get these facts twisted,
it ain’t one-sided, I ain’t really half-wicked,
I grew up with working-class friends, staying true,
aspired to be rich and famous, they made it through,
say you could tell us all about it, no you couldn’t G,
you can’t tell a story for others, you must agree,
I’m just statin’ these facts raw, let’s make fuckin’ peace,
follow the yellow brick road, stroll down Southern streets
HOOK:
Stuck in an endless jail, with heart and mind in sight,
without a sentence bail, it’s 25 to life,
locked in chains of rhymes and cuffed in beats,
take a walk of fate, stroll down Southern streets (x2)
VERSE 2 (Al Kapone):
Yo, this music’s disrespected by those who caused the urban flight,
those same people, the rich playin’ suburban white suburbanites,
protesters are wavin’ picketing signs, these are different times,
what happened to music’s meaningful lyrics and intricate rhymes,
you think it’s sinister, like we’ve committed a sickening crime,
y’all just skim through words and you’re just skippin’ the lines,
read in between those blank sheets of paper, then you’ll see,
I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,
I think everyone remembers the treatment by the upper-class,
working and middle-class people were viewed as gutter trash,
now why is there so much discrimination in my nation and,
there’s not enough peaceful activism and too much racism,
New Orleans, yeah, from the ‘burbs all the way to the hot block,
the projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,
leavin’ cops shot, I wish people would get off the streets,
I’m just kickin’ this shit to ya while rhymin’ on the beat,
the Southern streets
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ItsTheory
Member since January 5 2014