These Deadly Streets
Running on these deadly streets struggling to survive,
There's nothing you can do but survive, die or thrive!
On these deadly streets ya gotta play the role and part,
If not these deadly streets will tear you apart!
Surviving on these deadly streets just trying to make it through,
Through to the next day, and the next day, there's nothing more to do.
You always gotta watch your back to avoid a sneek attack,
So when I'm on these deadly streets it's a glock 9 I pack.
I walk alone on these deadly streets, I don't run with any gang,
On these deadly streets ya gotta know the lingo and the slang.
But I'm not scared to walk alone, I'll stand and fight til I die,
And when im on these deadly streets I'll smoke my kush and get high.
Winter, spring, fall or summer, the season doesn't matter,
When I'm hustling on these deadly streets my pockets gettin fatter!
These deadly streets will kill you, they just don't care,
When I'm on these deadly streets my enemies must beware.
On these deadly streets I made it through another year,
These deadly streets can't kill me,
Let me make myself clear!
When your on these deadly streets you can't show any fear,
If you do this your demise will surely be near!
So to these deadly streets I say you can never win,
There's no chance, none at all, so do not begin!!
When I'm on these deadly streets you better stay outta my way,
Or you may not live to see another day!
Trapped on these deadly streets with no way out,
Trapped every single day I scream and shout!
Anyone that gets in my way will suffer many defeats,
Over and over, again and again on these deadly streets!
Copyright © Ronnie Rhyno | Year Posted 2019
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