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    T-bone Hard Streets текст песни

    Hard Streets

    See I was only 16 such a tender age
    A young seed leaving my home in search of ghetto fame
    Mom’s begging me to stay, crying but yo I gotta make it on my own now
    I’m tired of hustling, plus I’m almost full grown now
    Packed up my bags in now pursuit of my dreams
    Gave her a kiss then wiped the tears from eyes so that she couldn’t see
    Jumped in the car starring up at the stars
    Rhyming for hours hoping one day I’m a hear the applause
    Now I’m 17, still broke loc, no money
    Holes in my shoes and people laughing cuz my clothes crummy
    No food to eat so now I’m digging in the trash can
    Eating left over food from last week in tha bags man
    I never thought that it could get this hard, pray to God
    Then I get to stepping, cuz I know that I’m called
    I told myself I gotta keep the faith living inside, knowing I’ll make it one day
    So I can’t just lay down and die, I gotta try man!

    What are these hard streets doing to me
    Ghetto running through me
    Thicker than blood, down in the mud
    Trying to come up, these hard streets do it to me
    Ghetto running through me
    Thicker than blood, down in tha mud
    Trying to come up another day

    It’s 1991 getting older now
    Kicked out my crib nowhere to live
    Wit problems and the world on my shoulders now
    If I go home mom will think I’m a loser
    And if I call the homie then he’ll think I’m trying to use em
    So now I’m stuck, sleeping on my managers sofa
    Even though I know he’s ripping me off
    Trying to play me like a game of poker
    Congested wit depression I proceed to try and count my blessing like
    The fact I’m still alive, I could have died on these mean streets
    Cuz they ain’t kind, so many killers and dealers committing horrible crimes
    Dope fiends, drive-by’s, muggers and drug smugglers
    No one expecting me to make it cuz I’m from the gutter
    A young G from the streets of killa cal,
    Where riders pack heat and smoke weed as a juvenile
    It’s all good though, I’m out to prove em all wrong
    Reach for the stars, and show em one day I’m a be the bomb!

    I’m sick of all the heartaches, let downs, broken promises and feeling hopeless
    I’m tired of being rejected and all the disappointments
    Feeling like I ain’t worth a dime
    Partners telling me I’m the greatest, but there’s no deal to sign
    Crying, devastated and confused at the same time
    My mind is telling me to quit and God’s saying try
    My heart is telling me it’s over and I’ll never rhyme
    But something’s telling me prevail and it will be fine

    See there’s always so much drama
    From tha block or ya babies mama
    In these streets that’s where my peeps be running that game
    Why ya trying to run me over, like I’m trying to snatch ya corner
    In these streets gotta get your grind on
    All day long gotta grind get ya hustle on

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