The Streets

The hoes The projects Always think you fly Yet, your mother struggles Father, has two jobs Don’t have enough money And your still getting robbed Walking through the hood Guys always stare Look left, Look right Cops always there Run up in someones house Don’t even have a reason Just want to run about The street girls The hood boys The sirens The fights Crack heads and drug dealers Parties all night Remember those days You know you miss that Always wonder why You would want to go back Go back to the life Of sex and crime Baby mother struggles Baby father hustled Boys running around all crazy Girls running the streets Having a lot of babies Mind is not set to go to school That is a shame Because you think your so cool Low grades High standards Bandanna's hanging Always flagging Boys always packing Clothes cut low Body is showing Strutting down the streets You know she hoeing Girls on the corner Boys on the corner Realize that’s how it is Even if that's Not how you were brought up The hoes The projects Wonder who going to die next? The struggle! The streets!