Post by Cam3leon on Aug 6, 2005 0:24:46 GMT -5
Also called "Streetlife"
Here’s a little story that I’d like to tell
To all that died by the gun or hit 3 strikes in jail
As long as every day, we see a murder story retold
This street life is all we know (Repeat once)
It seems like time flies
When these young cats spend their nine lives
On nothing but guns, gats, and drive-bys
While miles behind on the sidelines is the government
Saying they’re staying above all the trouble we’re suffering
It’s tough to defend this statement though
Case in point is Nathan Holmes
Whose motive for selling dope wasn’t just bringing paper home
Not even broke, but he was bored with the uptown
Then the excitement of street life got him corrupt now
His mom only had feelings about drug dealings
But in school, Nate hit the grindstone
Then got his mind blown
When he saw his younger brother shot down in his prime
Just because Nathan didn’t make all of his money in time
Now he’s left wondering what hope means
Expulsion, thrown out of his home and left alone amongst dope fiends
He saw vengeance as his only option
After dark, he takes up a glock and waits on his block cautiously watching
For his chance to retaliate on the snakes who betrayed him
After haggling for answers, he finds their location
His mind was racing as he confronted the leader
But hope was loss, as he began bleeding and pulse suddenly paused
After the shots sounded, his thoughts rewound to the day he was born
Then his vision turned black, and Nate was no more
Goes to show you that there’s no good outcome from this detriment
For there lies the boy that could’ve been president
And I’m not a street hustler, I was raised in the suburbs
So I was blessed not to get stressed with empty cupboards
But as long as a story like this is retold
This streetlife is the only life that we know
Here’s a little story that I’d like to tell
To all that died by the gun or hit 3 strikes in jail
As long as every day, we see a murder story retold
This street life is all we know (Repeat once)
It seems like time flies
When these young cats spend their nine lives
On nothing but guns, gats, and drive-bys
While miles behind on the sidelines is the government
Saying they’re staying above all the trouble we’re suffering
It’s tough to defend this statement though
Case in point is Nathan Holmes
Whose motive for selling dope wasn’t just bringing paper home
Not even broke, but he was bored with the uptown
Then the excitement of street life got him corrupt now
His mom only had feelings about drug dealings
But in school, Nate hit the grindstone
Then got his mind blown
When he saw his younger brother shot down in his prime
Just because Nathan didn’t make all of his money in time
Now he’s left wondering what hope means
Expulsion, thrown out of his home and left alone amongst dope fiends
He saw vengeance as his only option
After dark, he takes up a glock and waits on his block cautiously watching
For his chance to retaliate on the snakes who betrayed him
After haggling for answers, he finds their location
His mind was racing as he confronted the leader
But hope was loss, as he began bleeding and pulse suddenly paused
After the shots sounded, his thoughts rewound to the day he was born
Then his vision turned black, and Nate was no more
Goes to show you that there’s no good outcome from this detriment
For there lies the boy that could’ve been president
And I’m not a street hustler, I was raised in the suburbs
So I was blessed not to get stressed with empty cupboards
But as long as a story like this is retold
This streetlife is the only life that we know