Oh walking through the streets taking life in your hands the boy's on the corner's sixteen but a man He may ask for money with a flick knife make a stand
Leaves have fallen 'cross the path we once have slaved is it long before we catch the break of day Out in the fields we carry on our broken journey straight
When the moon is black never turning back in the castle walls The suit of armor shines through the ruins of time I can hear them call Oh the ground it
Passion and pleasure it's always the same playing with fire it's a dangerous game yeah Dark like your eyes dark like the night it's deep within me a
my narrative fearless Word War returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris Like steel from a furnace, I was born landless Yes, it's the native son born
half as nice It makes the hood in America look like paradise Compared to the AIDS infested Caribbean slum African streets where the passport's an American
makes the hood in America look like paradise compared to the AIDS-infested Caribbean slum African streets where the passport's an a American gun from
take a sip and see tomorrow Gotta make if I have to beg and borrow Reading love letters late night, locked down and quiet If brothers don't receive their mail Best believe we riot
me Daddy either. STREETSINGER A force of nature, a natural born world shaker. Born on Mean Street right across from Ugly Road, honed on hustle, raised on riot
Paradice: I was born on mean street baby Right across from ugly road You were born on Sweet Lane, baby Had tem things I've never know Now I got what
you feel it pressing harder Freedom born with now stolen by sin Bound by your disbelief the fear enlarges Conscience dead to what true love is Liberty and justice, surety and fullness America
Why? & Dose : We know John Walker, we know John Booth Waste our days swatting this single song At a long line of Yale and bones born old men We know
half as nice and makes the hood in America look like paradise compared to the AIDS-infested Caribbean slum African streets where the passport's an American
m an American (Charles Manson) United States of America is the demon of the world. (Slaine) I?m a product of America, youth psychotic from narcotics Born
I Take a sip And see tommorrow Gotta make if I have to Beg and Borrow Reading love letters late night, locked down, and quiet If brothers don't recieve their mail Best believe we riot
narrative, fearless My word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris Like Steel from a furnace, I was born landless This is the native son, born