Streets (feat. Kranium)
Street S
The Streets
Where we meet congregate
Where we eat
Bittersweet
The Streets for many is home
The Streets for many is a daytime job
The Streets for many is home
The Streets for many is a daytime job
I've seen it seen it seen it I've seen it
No matter where you are in the world
The streets is all we got
I've been a yute been on the hustle for the whole of my life
Never gave up and never doubted that I would rise
Cause I know I wasn't born to be a sufferer
Focus and go for what mi identify as my prize
Though the competition make it even rougher
With the envy and red eye crab inna barrel style
Some loose all dem humanity and mek dem soul defile
Dem heart get corrupt and mind smoggy like a muffler
Few be the one that really genuine
And It's true dem will sell you out for anything
Anything at all
For the right price your friend might make the call
You and him share the corner but him want to take it all
Soon get to taste him owna medicine
The street nuh love backbiters outformers and names that need editing
A di street mi give di wedding ring
Hoping for and happy ending while the corner bending
The Streets for many is home
Streets for many is a daytime job
The Streets for many is home
Streets for many is a daytime job
I've seen it seen it, seen it. I've seen it
No matter where you are in the world
The streets is all we got
Paved highways that lead to beaten tracks and outbacks
Big pretty mansions cross the gully from shacks
Full a rats bigger than the Mouse traps
Trials and struggles yes we know about that
And seek a better way of life how about that
Dem white squall lip yu see a our mouth that
Sally pon har back fi piece a rock fi now a hour non stop
And billy turn a power lust quack
With Glocks and macs and Cadillacs
And stack and stacks in -cello wraps
Til fed come drop a felo rap
And that was that for billy
Billy gone maybe never coming back
Mi can't believe ah who dem say go chat
But bigger than that
Him supply was from judge and from the cop but him nuh know him contacts
Dem have him him locked up where its only 5percent white and 95percent black
The Streets for many is home
Streets for many is a daytime job
The Streets for many is home
Streets for many is a daytime job
I've seen it seen it seen it I've seen it
No matter where you are in the world
The streets is all we got
The streets is ours
It's just the powers that takes us through
Only the Most High Know
How We Do Weh we do
The Struggle Is real
We live it
We know how it feel
The Streets
Where we meet congregate
Where we eat
Bittersweet
The Streets for many is home
The Streets for many is a daytime job
The Streets for many is home
The Streets for many is a daytime job
I've seen it seen it seen it I've seen it
No matter where you are in the world
The streets is all we got
I've been a yute been on the hustle for the whole of my life
Never gave up and never doubted that I would rise
Cause I know I wasn't born to be a sufferer
Focus and go for what mi identify as my prize
Though the competition make it even rougher
With the envy and red eye crab inna barrel style
Some loose all dem humanity and mek dem soul defile
Dem heart get corrupt and mind smoggy like a muffler
Few be the one that really genuine
And It's true dem will sell you out for anything
Anything at all
For the right price your friend might make the call
You and him share the corner but him want to take it all
Soon get to taste him owna medicine
The street nuh love backbiters outformers and names that need editing
A di street mi give di wedding ring
Hoping for and happy ending while the corner bending
The Streets for many is home
Streets for many is a daytime job
The Streets for many is home
Streets for many is a daytime job
I've seen it seen it, seen it. I've seen it
No matter where you are in the world
The streets is all we got
Paved highways that lead to beaten tracks and outbacks
Big pretty mansions cross the gully from shacks
Full a rats bigger than the Mouse traps
Trials and struggles yes we know about that
And seek a better way of life how about that
Dem white squall lip yu see a our mouth that
Sally pon har back fi piece a rock fi now a hour non stop
And billy turn a power lust quack
With Glocks and macs and Cadillacs
And stack and stacks in -cello wraps
Til fed come drop a felo rap
And that was that for billy
Billy gone maybe never coming back
Mi can't believe ah who dem say go chat
But bigger than that
Him supply was from judge and from the cop but him nuh know him contacts
Dem have him him locked up where its only 5percent white and 95percent black
The Streets for many is home
Streets for many is a daytime job
The Streets for many is home
Streets for many is a daytime job
I've seen it seen it seen it I've seen it
No matter where you are in the world
The streets is all we got
The streets is ours
It's just the powers that takes us through
Only the Most High Know
How We Do Weh we do
The Struggle Is real
We live it
We know how it feel
Credits
Writer(s): Carlton Grant, Lamar Michael Reynolds, Kemar Donaldson
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