Street Story

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some are crips and bloods, young black thugs
Locked behind bars now our kids in the mud
Mass incarceration community is in shambles
Mind gone, fried like eggs when they scrambled
Larry Hoover locked since 1973
Anniston, give us free! We need a jubilee
My dad was insane P, a pimp back in the 80s
Before they became mafia Westside crazy
My cousin was GD Southside wild hundreds
Back when 8 ball MJG was bumping
At age 15 I became 4CH
Both of my uncles were 4CH
Philosophy was love hate kill take
That lead to being locked behind those dreaded gates
While in Cook County meditation on the Bible
From the county cell, had a Biblical revival
Now I'm saved filled with God's Holy Spirit
Listen to the lyrics in yo spirit you can feel it
God told me I'm the pastor for the streets
Until I'm 6 feet deep, I'm dropping holy heat
12 gates in God's heaven, 12 on every street
Locked up with the crack pac under the heat
The plan of Lucifer young black man defeat
How many more times we gotta say RIP
A hundred thousand members known as Chiraq
Real life war zone worse than Iraq
Life gone for a $130 pac
Now your daughter out here being treated like a snack
Don't get mad, bro, I'm just out here spittin' facts
Stabbed in the back when you lack in the Raq
I heard Bo Deal say the streets need a pastor
Christian drill Pastor P run for the Master
(For the Master)



Credits
Writer(s): Percy Edmonds
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