Hard Streets-T-Bone
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TXT Hard Streets-T-Bone 文本歌词
Hard Streets - T-Bone
Written by：Louis "Buster" Brown III/Warryn Campbell/Rene Sotomayor
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 gears and 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 thinking 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 yo
What 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
Daily 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
D**e fiends driveby'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 w**d 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
These hard streets do it to me
Ghetto running through me
Thicker than blood
Down in tha 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
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
People 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
Too much crime yo
So much drama yo
From tha block or ya babies mama
Be running that game
Come on
Run me over yo
Like my corner yo
In these streets gotta get your hustle on
Just like a jigsaw puzzle on
Come on
What 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
