Drank Sinatra - The City Streets (feat. Jessoul)

I'm just trying to survive
And help my family eat
Locked up doing time
That Ain't no place for me
Ain't no use in them lying
The truth won't set me free
Wanted dead or alive off in these city streets
Everyday mamas cry
Because their children die
Too many losing their lives
Behind some petty crimes
Ain't got no luck finding jobs
And I got two degrees
But they don't ever stop hiring
Off in these city streets
My nigga lost his fucking life
Off in these city streets
Envious niggas Turn to killers
As they watched him eat
A street Geek, I bet he knew
Before the home invasion
That his demise
Would be at the hands of some Familiar faces
My mind racing
Cuz the money make you paranoid
Every nigga you try to help
Prolly done had it hard
A Sad story
As they look for u to empathize...
Can't trust a soul
Even if they look you in your eye
Never surprised,
Cuz these bitch ass niggas will lie to God
Ain't coming up
Because they're money ain't on one accord
They're null and void
Cuz I know the root of all evil
And It's the love for the money
That exists in all people
But our people
Be the main ones that's got that issue
If they ain't getting nothing from u
Then they ain't fucking witchu
Lack of ambition
Bitch you can't get nothing else fa free
I say a prayer for the deceased
My nigga Rest in peace
Up in these city streets
There ain't no peace
I got my piece
So I can keep the peace
Grippin that thang, tint and bang,
Slidin on leather seats ...
And it don't matter where u from
Young niggas play for keeps
Ducking,
watching for the police up in these city streets
Peep what I'm saying
Cuz I ain't trying to die like Malcolm bruh
Nobody playing
They'll Hit yo ass with that potassium
BANG!!!
That K hit u
Best believe you bout to lay it down
Nobody seen it
They're just trying move the fuck around
Niggas u down wit
Contribute to their own destruction
And you'll be going down wit em
If you stay on that fuk shit
You duck bitch
You're always going for it on fourth down
When u should lead with your defense
And probably punt sometimes
Get lawyered dine
Cuz every month U gotta pay that fee
To defer them charges
Cuz your honor is a fucking theif
You cop a plea and took a bargain
Talkin bout give us free
Now you Got yo ass extorted
In these city streets
Off in these city streets

Written by:
Cornelius Eaglin

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