Streets (feat. Ky-Mani Marley)
No time for rampin', no
Streets of loneliness, empty streets full of stories
Silent, concrete, dust and glory
Glory and tears, bullet shells, mothers fears, cries then cross prayers and angels disappear
Streets like quicksand, is not African Kalahari
JA/KN with dem shout rastafari!
Many knows but nobody never worry
Many felt it but nobody never sorry
It's a judgment national embarrassment over punishment as so proper goverment
On the street we gonna shout all fi will
On the street made a promise is meh standing up still
In this jungle
Inna this a jungle hey!
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say!
Streets of faces, strangers, gambling and dime
Streets of colors, songs, words and rhymes
Dirty streets smell like crane fields like pain
That strikes slowly into your skull and brain
Street remind me of myself of my soul
Street remind me of yourself and your world
There's a street in the back of my mind
That I walk every time I run away from my crimes hey!
In this jungle
Inna this a jungle hey!
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say! Lara lara
Lalaralala
Lalalalara
Lara
There's a street
where poor man sleep
Smiled man cheat
But he sleep with chick
He got robbed on chick
If you dunno fi split a tip
Clock-matic
Shout a lit dem bone like a rabbit
There's a street
That never exist
Its a gangsta thing, gangsta swing
A soundtrack of a gangsta film
There's a street when your in, no way out
Once you're in there's no doubt
You never out hey!
In this jungle
Inna this a jungle hey!
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say!
In this jungle
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say!
Streets of loneliness, empty streets full of stories
Silent, concrete, dust and glory
Glory and tears, bullet shells, mothers fears, cries then cross prayers and angels disappear
Streets like quicksand, is not African Kalahari
JA/KN with dem shout rastafari!
Many knows but nobody never worry
Many felt it but nobody never sorry
It's a judgment national embarrassment over punishment as so proper goverment
On the street we gonna shout all fi will
On the street made a promise is meh standing up still
In this jungle
Inna this a jungle hey!
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say!
Streets of faces, strangers, gambling and dime
Streets of colors, songs, words and rhymes
Dirty streets smell like crane fields like pain
That strikes slowly into your skull and brain
Street remind me of myself of my soul
Street remind me of yourself and your world
There's a street in the back of my mind
That I walk every time I run away from my crimes hey!
In this jungle
Inna this a jungle hey!
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say! Lara lara
Lalaralala
Lalalalara
Lara
There's a street
where poor man sleep
Smiled man cheat
But he sleep with chick
He got robbed on chick
If you dunno fi split a tip
Clock-matic
Shout a lit dem bone like a rabbit
There's a street
That never exist
Its a gangsta thing, gangsta swing
A soundtrack of a gangsta film
There's a street when your in, no way out
Once you're in there's no doubt
You never out hey!
In this jungle
Inna this a jungle hey!
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say!
In this jungle
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say!
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, William Adams, Bobby Womack
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