Streets
I could be somewhere in the coldWhere dreams come and goOut there in the streets with no hopeOr a place where they knowNot to trustWhat good would that beAnd they knowNot to loveWhat good would that beWhat good would that be
Would you like me if I had a gunDodging cops always on the run nowGetting caught up over petty dramaSelling drugs to somebody momma
I’m telling you these streets ain’tThese streets ain’t so prettyI swear everything that glitters ain't goldThese streets ain’tThese streets ain’t so prettyI’ve been loving these streets but I don’t wanna love these streets no more
They know nothingAbout bullet holes and that silence, they don’t wanna knowLooking at that judgeThinking that he got you this timeThey don’t wanna knowTalking to your loved ones through a windowDays, hours, minutes winding down real slow, real slow
Would you like me if I had a gunDodging cops always on the run nowGetting caught up over petty dramaSelling drugs to somebody momma
I’m telling you these streets ain’tThese streets ain’t so prettyI swear everything that glitters ain't goldThese streets ain’tThese streets ain’t so prettyI’ve been loving these streets but I don’t wanna love these streets no more
I can’t sign outGet pulled back when I climb outIt won’t let me goIt won’t let me goTook me long enough to find out that time out just saved my soulI remember all the pain that the game caused meI remember falling down, falling down to my kneesPraying I won’t be the next one, to fall to these streets
Would you like me if I had a gunDodging cops always on the run nowGetting caught up over petty dramaSelling drugs to somebody’s momma
I’m telling you these streets ain’tThese streets ain’t so prettyI swear everything that glitters ain't goldThese streets ain’tThese streets ain’t so prettyI’ve been loving these streets but I don’t wanna love these streets no more