Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Streets Is My Home (feat. Sav Killz & Bronze Nazareth) , by - Kevlaar 7Release date: 09.07.2009
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Streets Is My Home (feat. Sav Killz & Bronze Nazareth) , by - Kevlaar 7Streets Is My Home (feat. Sav Killz & Bronze Nazareth) |
| Yo, ayo by blood is hazey, smokey gaze |
| Glazed in ways, dilates cook-up my hybrid |
| I’ve witnessed every act of violence |
| Silence is isolated; |
| I’m in a crowded basement |
| Sitting and jakes came, vapors raining, carbon faces |
| Decrypt a human, sit in ruins, two sides are amazing |
| Flagrant patient, inhaling icy Danish painting |
| Dealt the 88, I sit inside the pipe and wait for fate to overcome |
| There’s niggas who can’t even see the sun |
| I circulate around it, display scene surround it |
| By shadows and gallows, my smoke is not a trail to follow |
| Survival is vital, smoke billows out the rival’s window |
| Swindle vandals, selling handfuls and halos |
| And rainbows and Grey Goose complement me |
| Anything to gain those, evict up, cocaine dose, intensely |
| I stole the moon leaving you on an empty eclipse |
| Your brain ripped, the cabinet’s hole, occupying you soon |
| Signifying you’re dying, a sign you need your dome |
| I’m the reason you’re homeless habit be speaking in codes |
| I explode outcomes, lungs and atoms are blown |
| The streets is my home, 'cause I need to be sold |
| (Documentary Sample) |
| «For one thing is really sure, is that the ah crack epidemic |
| Grew ah and it expanded and virtually devastated a generation» |
| The park benches' my bed, breathe the dark stench of lead |
| In the city air, my sixteenth pair of donating shoes |
| To bloviating snooze, no doe for daily booze |
| And guys kitchen suit meals, who feels he’s dead |
| Who realer enough to sleep with cardboards over his head? |
| When it rains I shower, the bottle is always my friend |
| A life of lonely travels wherever I lay my hat |
| Wherever the day be at, I always got darker clouds |
| Even when its sunlight, my son might be graduating |
| Ain’t seen 'em since '86 since Rick wrestled Alligators |
| Unbalance the several layers, amongst candles and prayers |
| The Devil glares in my face in my nightmares |
| Remember facing M-16's for my nation’s army |
| Now I’m facing the clerk at the Salvation Army |
| I asked God why I always had walked alone |
| No answers, so there’s no heaven, the streets is my home, nigga |
| (Documentary Sample) |
| «There were not in that services |
| We were literally claiming homeless people off the streets |
| Who have frozen to death, ah and Detroit it was a theme out of depression» |
| This is why I’m the streets, crack concrete |
| Misguided fleets broke your home, stars outta reach |
| I was taught to civilize, teach, dip on the beach |
| Ganja up plots to get paid in the lease |
| Moms painted pictures, tainted, many resting in peace |
| Feeling flagrant, AIDS patient sleeping resting and deceased |
| Get them tabernacles, blood sucked to pour like a leech |
| Watch out for them thieves running up on the creep |
| Mentality is don’t give a fuck grim reap |
| Is a lot going on so it’s hard to get sleep |
| Keep my thoro conversation for them kids trying to peep |
| Got to move off the radar, won’t detect my bleed |
| Black widows have his hood rats burn like Chilly Peppers |
| Woody wood pecker, I’m for the cream, watching cheddars |
| The papers change, hustlers, ballers, players, pursuit |
| Piffling the L I Q, special brew |
| Double stew got us fiend out like bottles loot |
| Those who were chosen choosing themselves, only a few |
| Minimum wage, kids barely making the grade |
| Never mind the education, brother go and get paid |
| Emcees is herd up, wrong battles get murked up |
| Tsunami strike, tidal waves, niggas its surf up |
| Sav Killz mothafuckas, don’t let me work up |
| Streets is my home, 85ers get served up |
| (Movie Sample) |
| «What am I suppose to do? |
| A fool rolls up and tries to smoke me |
| I’m a shit the mothafucka if he don’t kill me first.» |
| «You're doing exact what they want you to do |
| You have to think young brother about your future.» |
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