These Streets

Praying that you don't run out of luck
You're running but the pavements gotcha stuck
You've been around the block I know
You've got the cuts to show it
Smoking like a bullet from a gun
The city got you crushed under its thumb
You staring at the clock I see
Your time is up, you know it

So write your name in the dust
I hope they remember you, 'cause

These streets, they're mean
You gotta fight if you want to eat
It's blood and bone
The blacktop's got a heart of stone
They're mean, these streets
They're gonna try to take you
Never let 'em break you

These streets

These streets

You been throwing punches at the wall
Nothing really makes much sense at all
Walking like a lonely ghost
Your number's up, you feel it
Looking for a streetlight in the dark
Tryin' to find a rock to make a spark
Maybe it's the life you chose
You don' let 'em steal it

So write your name in the dust
I hope they remember you, 'cause

These streets, they're mean
You gotta fight if you want to eat
It's blood and bone
The blacktop's got a heart of stone
They're mean, these streets
They're gonna try to take you
Never let 'em break you

These streets

These streets

Praying that you don't run outta luck (luck, luck)
You're running but the pavements gotcha stuck (stuck, stuck)
Smoking like a bullet from a gun
The city got you crushed under its thumb
You staring at the clock
I see your time is up, you know it

So write your name in the dust
I hope they remember you, 'cause

These streets, they're mean
You gotta fight if you want to eat
It's blood and bone
The blacktop's got a heart of stone
They're mean, these streets
They're gonna try to take you
Never let 'em break you

These streets

These streets

These streets

These streets



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Andrew Vesneski, Clayton Charles Stroope
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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