The Streets
I'm trap in the streets so I let my black flag hang.
As I put my sign in the air damn right I bang.
But right now I'm in different struggle.
Cause I'm using my mind now I have a different hustle.
Still dodging bullets at least twice a week.
Yes I know that the streets is not always sweet.
Because to my enemies I'm just fresh meat.
That's why I live my life one step at a time.
Because I was seeing death ever sense the age of nine.
And yes I suffer many heart aches but not once have I cried.
Is it because I'm consume with pride.
Each day I speak words of wisdom cause I don't believe in lies.
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