The streets full of crime,
every momma's boy wanna slay and die, the streets full of people
walking around doing something illegal,
mentally taking you the farthest, before you run into
a con artist, uh, full of smokers,
arguing over lighters, too many voices, not enough
This street's full of girls on their merry way
Askin' the law for some strength
This street's full of guns
This street's is the slums
Lick -hittin' nighttime schemers
Until enough motherfuckers start
It feels like I been hittin'
Pockets sayin' those too old
And he gone talk about these bros
Slap the taste out your mouth
You know I'm funky you can smell it
And you don't give a damn
Cause it ain't your fucking life
I'm hurting, call my doctor
Father, won't you break me
Hurting, I've been hurting