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Yeah these streets

My friends are enemies in disguise

They all gonna switch up

It’s just a matter of time

Seems like the life I used to live is just passing me by

I wanna know some answers Lord

I’m just asking you why

Why you gotta take the lives of innocent kids

And watch their families suffer?

There’s people under the bridge

Asleep without eatin supper

Plus it’s gettin crazy round where I stay

Nowadays it ain’t safe

Cause these niggas don’t play

Two kids from the east side

Had a high speed chase with the cops

Right off of Malvern

Is where they got caught

Runnin' from murder

They ain’t stoppin so they let off some shots

One of them dead at the fatal cost

Of reppin the block

The other one locked away for good

For taking a life

Everything has a cost

And you’ll be paying the price

When you put numbers on a nigga’s head

It ain’t gon be worth it

Karma comes back like a receipt

After you makin that purchase

Waitin for the bus

Hope I get home without gettin jacked

Past tense

The gangstas are rollin round with a strap

Look

And I just pray to God they leave me alone

Cause all I got is two dollars

And I’m just tryin to get home

Cause it happened to my boy

And they said empty your pockets

Took his phone, gun to his head

Started checkin his wallet, padded him down

Then took everything he had in his jeans

I’m glad he’s alive

I just hope it doesn’t happen to me

You don’t know whether or not

They’re gonna pull on that trigger

Just to- prove to his niggas from the hood that he’s with it

Takin another person’s life- just so he can earn some stripes

Jackin' old ladys now

It makes me toss and turn at night

It ain’t right if you think jackin' fools is cool

I’ma let you know now

It’s gonna catch up to you soon

Pullin' straps on people

Thinkin' everything’s fine

'til you get caught and you cry to the judge givin you time

And I’m just

Speakin' my mind and I don’t care if you disagree

I’m just sick of seein kids get jacked and killed in my city, G

(Get killed in my city, G)

And I don’t care if you disagree

I’m just sick of seein kids get jacked and killed in my city, G

I got two dollars in my pocket for the bus ride home

(for the bus ride home) for the bus ride home

(for the bus ride home) for the bus ride home

(for the bus ride home).

I guess I’m on my own, yeah

I hope I make it home safe.

(I hope I make it home safe)

Hope I make it home safe (I hope I make it home safe)

I hope I make it home safe (I hope I make it home safe)

Cause these streets don’t play

All my friends are enemies in disguise

They all gonna switch up

It’s just a matter of time

Seems like the life I used to live

Is just passing me by

I wanna know some answers Lord

I’m just asking you why

Why you gotta take the lives of innocent kids

Watch their families suffer?

There’s people under the bridge

That sleep without eatin' supper now

(that sleep without eatin' supper now).

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