Streets Is My Home (A Cappella) [feat. Bronze Nazareth & Sav Killz]

Y'all, hey, y'all my blood is hazy, smoky gaze
Glazed in ways, eyelids cook-up my hybrid
I've witnessed every act of violence
Silence is isolated I'm in a crowded basement
Sitting adjacent 'caine vapors raining, carbon faces
Decrepit humans, sit in ruins, suicides are amazing
Flagrant patients, inhaling icy Danish painted

Delta 88, I sit inside the pipe and wait for fate to overcome
It's niggas who can't even see the sun
I circulate around it, display scenes surrounded
By shadows and gallows, my smoke is not a trail to follow
Survival is vital, smoke billows out the rival's window
Swindle vandals, selling handfuls and halos
And rainbows and Grey Goose complement me

Anything to gain those, baked up, cocaine dose, intensely
I stole the moon leaving you an empty eclipse
Your brain ripped a cavernous hole, occupying your soul
Signifying you're dying, a sign you need your dome
I'm the reason you're homeless habit be speaking in codes
I explode outcomes, lungs and atoms are blown
The streets is my abode, 'cause I need to be sold

The one thing is really sure
Is that Crack Epidemic grew and expanded
And virtually devastated (yeah) our generation

The park bench is my bed, breathe the dark stench of lead
In the city air, my sixteenth pair of donated shoes
The blow made me snooze, no dough for daily booze
In God's kitchen soup meals, who feels this dead
Who real enough to sleep with cardboard over his head
When it rains I shower, the bottle is always my best friend
A life of lonely travels wherever I lay my hat

Wherever the day be at, I always got darker clouds
Even when it's sunlight, my son might be graduating
Ain't seen them since 86, since Rick wrestled Alligators
I'm balanced with several layers, amongst candles and prayers
The Devil glares in my face in my nightmares
Remember facing M16's for my nation's army
Now I'm facing the clerk at the Salvation Army
I asked God why I always had walked alone
No answers, so there's no heaven, the streets is my home, nigga

There were not enough services
We were literally claiming homeless people off the streets
Who had frozen to death in Detroit it was a scene out of depletion

This is why I'm the streets, cracked concrete
Misguided fleets broke your home, stars outta reach
I was taught to civilize, teach, dip on the beats
Ganja up plots to get paid in the lease
Moms painted pictures, tainted, many resting in peace
Feeling flagrant, AIDS patient sleeping resting and deceased
Get them tabernacles, blood sucked the poor like a leech
Watch out for them thieves running up on the creep

Mentality is don't give a fuck grim reap
It's a lot going on so it's hard to get sleep
Keep my thorough observation for them kids trying to peep
Got to move off the radar, won't detect my bleed
Black widows have his hood rats burn like Chilly Peppers
Woody wood pecker, I'm for the cream, watching cheddars
The papers change, hustlers, ballers, players, pursuit
Piffling the L.I.Q. Special brew
Double stew got us fiend out like bottles loot
Those who were chosen chosen themselves, only a few

Minimum wage, kids barely making the grade
Never mind the education, brother go and get paid
MC's is hurled up, wrong battles get murked up
Tsunami strike, tidal waves, niggas its surf up
Sav kills motherfuckers, don't let me get worked up
The streets is my home 85's get served up

What am I supposed to do?
Fool, roll up, try to smoke me
I'ma shoot the motherfucker, if he don't kill me first
You're doing exactly what they want you to do
You have to think, young brother, about your future