These Streets - Crucifix

I know what I’ve seen

I know what I can’t forget

I don’t know nothing but these streets

I’m so tired of selling drugs

Hustlin' and bustin' guns

But I don’t know nothing but these streets

I started out never lookin' back on my past

Living like the world around me was about to crash

I never had shit but a dream and a blunt in my pocket…

No hope but the roach that burns out when I drop it

I don’t give a damn about a pig

I’m breakin' the law

Go get the pistol at your crib

I got two in my draws

I been packin' a piece since I stood four foot tall

Never trusted a busta with a bigger mouth than his balls

Sixteen as a runnaway

Gang war gun play

Seventeen lettin' shots blow on the highway

Eighteen feelin' as hard as God

Nineteen lookin' at a punk judge on a gun charge

I ain’t beggin' bitch

Put me in jail…

Look at where the hell I’m at now

I’m living in hell

What’s life?

I end up dead or incarcerated

With free room and board

Saying «look mom I made it…

And I hate it»

I know what I’ve seen

I know what I can’t forget

I don’t know nothing but these streets

I’m so tired of selling drugs

Hustlin' and bustin' guns

But I don’t know nothing but these streets

I bought four or five Zs with my cash

And now I got four or five tweakers on my ass

Every single one wants a gram or two

But that’s how that powder do when them fools finally choose to live like them

junkies do

They was born to lose

But I was born to profit

What you lookin' for cause I bet you that I got it

I got that powder

Let them eat it

Then convince them that they need it

They believe it and you’re seein' profits rising like a penis

I ain’t got no truck on 24's

Ain’t got no spinnin' rims or no Lamborgini doors…

I’ve always been poor

But I will let you know

I got a 44 and I bet I’ll let it blow

Dead cold

Nobody heard it when your ass was gettin' murdered

So I leave that stinky body in a building that’s deserted

How perverted and absurd of me to kill you undeservedly

But in time there’s sure to be a reason to occur to me…

I know what I’ve seen

I know what I can’t forget

I don’t know nothing but these streets

I’m so tired of selling drugs

Hustlin' and bustin' guns

But I don’t know nothing but these streets

I lost everything I had so fast

And seen young lives shattered like broken glass

Life ain’t fair

So it seems

But I know what it means to be a child and let a bad decision kill your dreams

One minute on the corner sellin' them sacks

The next minute you’ve lost years you can never get back

Everybody makes mistakes homez

But fuck it…

Ain’t everybody blessed to get the chance to learn from it

I’m a man now

I understand now that life’s hard

But it’s all in God’s hands now

I find comfort in knowin' I’m blind

But still seein' that His hand’s a lot bigger than mine

They can take my life from me

Put two in my chest

But if I died for a reason then they’re only killing my flesh

If I can rise above this wrong I was taught to repeat

They can’t judge me for only ever knowin' These Streets

I know what I’ve seen

I know what I can’t forget

I don’t know nothing but these streets

I’m so tired of selling drugs

Hustlin' and bustin' guns

But I don’t know nothing but these streets