Daniel Jason Clarke - 06. DJC - Streets Are Talking

The streets aint watching their mother fucking talking
Across from the block boy dem are stalking
Stop me when I’m walking
Flash me when I’m driving
Thinking nigger what you hiding?
Only a batty mans finding what I’m providing
All about timing 364 grinding 1 unwinding
Slipping sliding call me cant find him
Road life im tied in

Its been a long night, dun shot to the white
So I take out my green so I can get lean
Hand me them long blue slim
To put the younger lots work in
What time is it? It’s er…
Just gone four am I started around eight
All entrupuners I know you can relate
But don’t ring my line
When you can’t move your weight
Bate fake tell all you snake

Let me R.I.P. instead of falling to pieces
Every five minutes my weight reduces
Its useless cant even turn off my phone
They’ll knock at my door wont leave me alone
No rest coz I’m wicked don’t get no sleep
I don’t trust no bitch even bow peep
I’ve counted the sheep
Like a fucking Sheppard
The speed I move food is like a leopard

I wana leave my yard go out side and play
But in the office is where I must stay
Support my arsenal to keep predators away
On me all times night and day
Or they will kick down your door go straight for your stash
Bare monkey business like bangers and mash
Aint got a steel safe
Just steel to keep it safe
Or they will steel from my safe place and move with no trace

Funny type of weather so I dress for all seasons
Don’t get hot get stop for all reasons
Many routine checks no convictions yet
Whys your hood up mate so I don’t get wet
Ok smarty-pants tell me what you get
Don’t you mean what I got this fed has lost the plot
Searching me for drugs which they take a lot
Are they naturally dumb or did their brain just rot

From all that destroyed evidence that man could have shot
Ask them and they sound like Nore what what what
Corruption everywhere bottom to the top
Crews find yourself a crooked cop
Avoid get lock, and shut up shop
It’s a lot, huh you aint got
Born a free fucking boy, Die, a free fucking man
(Knowledge), dat aint crow, (power) na na bro
Coz that there, never been so, is not what you think it is, let me show ya, they lied
Aint much of a talker, more a walker, so crisp they cream
Feening, dreaming, hola at D if you want, that feeling
Uhh, ahhh the real ting dat u na
The streets anit watching their mother fucking talking, right
Remember mi tell you

Written by:
daniel clarke

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