Letra de Life in the streets

Ha, yeah. I know what you´re all thinking
That this is some old Janet Jackson type of @#!
but it ain´t about that
This if the real, the street life trauma

Yo, I grew up rough in the streets of Boston, Massachusetts
Lived real ruthless, a wild kid, out to get a bid
Did some #@! that he never shoulda did
Had to learn the hard way
that some day you gotta pay
So what the hey, I say

Life in the streets ain´t easy
All I see is pain and misery
I kneel and pray for the betrayed
Strength and protection to survive in the society

This is the life in the streets
And that´s how we live it

Hard and mean at sixteen, livin´ like a beam, theme
Out scheming for the green
Quick to kill, I gets ill, I make ya blood spill
I cut ya throat for your goose-down coat
Cuz statistic show that kids with no dough
ain´t got no chance, got nowhere to go
That´s why life on the streets is like a trifular beat
It´ll echo in ya head till you´re dead on the concrete


Life in the streets is a mystery
Don´t know my friends from my enemies
Up to lot, could be trouble
But I´ll hold tight and I will never give up the fight

This one is dedicated to all the homeless people
to every youth that´s growin´ up on the streets
You know, we´re living for a dream one day
that there´ll be no more homeless people in the world
Life in the streets is not easy