Sweet street dream

• Written by Anonymous

 
//Hook
The street is cold, it's not a place for all the kids that run away from
there home, guns and drugs, becoming a street thug is all you ever
dreamed about, try to find a job, it's not
possible x2
 
//Verse 1
I'm not a thug, you see me on the street and you think i'm done
 
i where my hoodies and jeans smoking weed and living my dreams
 
Try to live forever young, but someday we all grow up
 
even if we stay, life just keeps rolling on, your left alone
 
because no one cares about you, your a lifeless thug
 
a worm in the dirt, a silhouette in the shadows,
 
you have no money, no family not even the dealer likes you
 
you where there when they needed you, where the fuck are they now?
 
They keep hurting you,
 
Being in a gang is not the answer, shooting fooling feeling awe full
 
Your being tortured by the state, they use you to afford there new
Ferrari
 
And they make you say i'm sorry
 
You'll get looked up, sucked up in a new kind of criminality
 
You see it as your spirituality.
 
Making friends, make you end another persons life
 
//Hook
The street is cold, it's not a place for all the kids that run away from
there home, guns and drugs, becoming a street thug is all you ever
dreamed about, try to find a job, it's not
possible x2
 
//Verse 2
 
I'm getting track of my life, feeling good, got some cash
 
Rolling like a king bitch
 
Got my own crew, not thinking of what will happen
 
Everyone wants my spot
 
several guns pointed at me, was it really worth it?
 
i still think so
 
Now i'm richer then ever, i can buy whatever.
 
But you still got no family, having that is lovely
 
You should get a girl, leave the street and start living your life
 
Fuck that i can keep go forever.
 
I don't need anyone, that just make me feel better
 
Don't interfere with my life, my crew, my soup
 
I got respect on street, no one mess with me
 
I might have to pull the trigger, robe a bank
 
that's vanilla, i'm not a thug anymore, i'm a gangster, gangster,
gangster
 
//Hook
The street is cold, it's not a place for all the kids that run away from
there home, guns and drugs, becoming a street thug is all you ever
dreamed about, try to find a job, it's not
possible x2
 
(silent part - untill the last 10 seconds)
 
The street is cold, it's not a place for all the kids that run away from
there home, guns and drugs, becoming a street thug is all you ever
dreamed about, try to find a job, it's not
possible

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