Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fleming Street, artist - Locksmith. Album song The Green Box, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Landmark Entertainment
Song language: English
Fleming Street |
You know regardless of all the bull shit it still made me who I am. |
Yo… |
How do I fix my mouth to say I’m sorry |
And all we saw was the flashing lights |
The tire marks, the body parts by the traffic lights |
The sweat from his mothers brow |
The sense of disbelief and all the grief that you suffered to lose your oldest |
child |
The stone walls and the phone calls of pity |
The faux pas and the four walls that fall on the city |
The flocks of family members that send your their best regards |
And the faith you can’t escape and that got you questioning god |
Like.how do we find ourselves here |
What do we represent for |
How do we wipe the slate clear |
What do we do to ensure |
That in stores are bit more a torment or resent for |
How do you look the dudes in the face |
The bullets were probably meant for |
Mentors are useless, the police are spiteful |
One less stress about, they sentiments delightful |
A pipe full of candy that comes in handy how niggas eat |
More than just me rappin it’s really happenin' on fleming street |
I said it’s more than just me rappin it’s really happenin' on fleming street |
This where the killers meet, this where the dealers beat |
More than nigga scrappin, they really clappin to fucking eat |
You ain’t gotta listen, you ain’t me gotta know me |
This is how it’s been how it always gonna be |
This is how it is it’s forever gonna be |
Forever gonna be |
How do you take advantage when you’re young and wild |
Running foul and careless |
Fuck what they was yelling, rebelling against our parents |
Moved away in high school though I choose to wallow |
To the shy dude that I knew killing my school with a ralo |
Instead they started shooting instead of fighting |
Started to hide in, writing it down in my mental journal, external lightness |
Well my father made it harder though the harshness had me bothered |
I was caught up I was brought up never to follow |
And how do you leave the place you love, how do you find your solace |
How do you take advantage of living a life of carnage |
Honest started yelling in despair, yelling yourself be prepared |
Smelling the air, how the hell is this fair? |
And niggas still moving powdered rock, every hour cowards pop |
That’s the reason my city’s known for liquor stores and flower shops |
This ain’t Glock with them little niggas and killers meet |
More than just a fraction it’s really happenin on fleming street |
I said it’s more than just me rappin it’s really happenin' on fleming street |
This where the killers meet, this where the dealers beat |
More than nigga scrappin, they really clappin to fucking eat |
You ain’t gotta listen, you ain’t me gotta know me |
This is how it’s been how it always gonna be |
This is how it is it’s forever gonna be |
Forever gonna be |
Ye. |
And I overheard the screams from the front room was listening by the hallway |
An argument to determine where we would all stay |
My mother wants to leave the hood she said it’s all to blame |
My father wants to stay 'cause he’s not accustomed to change |
We need time to save and you’re always ready to spend |
She said, what about your son, what if something happens to him, huh? |
Could you forgive yourself just knowing what was lacking |
That’s all she needed to say, the next day we started packing |
Packing up our sorrows, packing up a car load |
Packing up our yesterdays and looking towards tomorrow |
And although I’m grown it stil hurts and it shows |
I can never turn my back it’s the only home that I know so. |
What’s happenin' lil cuz, I’m still in deep shock |
We came a long way from playing by that green box |
The same spot where them older niggas and killers meet |
You left us all but your spirit still on Fleming street |
You left us all but your spirit still on Fleming street |
This where the killers meet, this where the dealers beat |
More than niggas rappin it’s really happenin' on fleming street |