Life of the Streets
So let me tell you this story
Not a fake one, the realest you will hear
About a high school student, straight A student,
Family full of gang bangers,
Mom addicted to the crack-cocaine,
Daddy put the cane in the veins,
His brothers, cousins, and friends all wore dark colors
All hanged in the street corner and chased out
The outsiders who didn’t belong and stole everything.
He had to get out, focus on studying more, made sure
To complete his homework, his family saw him.
He saw a future, they saw dollar bills
They needed him, made sure to shield him
From the violence. He struggled, life seemed grim
He couldn’t give up fought it with a grin,
But when he saw the college bills, he reached for the pills
But he knew he had to do something else.
He asked his brothers for advice, they gave him a piece
He understood, and went loose like a caged animal.
He told the clerks to stick em up.
He saw it as the only way out besides school,
He has to get rich in order to get out.
When he was on a mission, it went down south.
He entered quickly, made the clerk freeze, but
Didn’t see the two others in the corner, and opened fire.
He killed one and made off with the money. And saw it as a victory.
He had enough to make it to college. Got into his caprice
And started to cry when he saw the piece, he killed a child
Thought it was nightmare, pinched himself, and it hurt him.
But when he remembered, the robbery, he only
Remembered killing one guy, and looked up and saw it.
One car, two guys, one driver, one holding a gun.
Next thing he knew he was on the steering wheel, dying.
Before he walked to the light, he saw the man who shot him.
The guy from the store. He told him this.
Remember me boy, you killed my homeboy. Now I killed you.
You almost made it out But it looks like your
Gary Coleman size wheels snitched you out.
This is the City of God, but God did not spare your life, what comes around
Goes around. That is the life of the streets.