This is a song about "Hard times in the streets"

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Kids in a daze because the drug filled streets

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Cops won't look in the streets,

Malcolm x, by any means

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams