[Originally by Sham 69] I'm sitting in this cell for something I didn't do And all I can think of is baby I think of you Don't worry baby coming back
As I'm walking down the street, I found the things that trouble me Are always easier to define when I have a clearer mind Always thinking of certain
Some people will go for years, without ever finding their place Not us we are the lucky ones, for we know who we truly are Not privy to abstract thinking
There you go just sitting on your ass Not realizing that your future?s past You make me sick with your computer fix It?s time to put down the toys and
Today I realized I need more to say So don't take this so serious I wrote it in a day See me looking at you Hear me I can hear you Listen to me I know
can read between my lines As I sing my lullaby I keep dreaming of things to say In one ear and it?s sit or stay I won?t have it any other way I can?
It started back in '94 with the passing of a Boston Jake And all it took to grab my heart was the sound that the bagpipes made So on with my life I go
Like Bob said the times are a changing Unfortunately for us bossman's rearranging Doesn't care about the wife and kids But only the gold that is his
home, feeling guilty desperate and alone. His family they do not understand. Angry drinking, sleeping on. Wondering what the hell have we really won? Why did I get to survive while others
I remember, I remember Fought the opposition, took my time to take my position I've been a gimp horse with a mouth that's been kicked A trial and error
boy. kill emselves like no other. Kid don’t like blues brothers. Cold weather rock the ramma. Lye in front off the jerry d.a. and ya . I represent street
g up Cos I got cherry pet further Now I’m feeling good cos I’m off my feet, Man the little squalid dogs running up in the street And they saying: My name
Uh ah ah OH, ah ah ah Check it out Flipmode Squad, '98 Raw deluxe, check it out y'all VERSE 1 I be the street kid, the brother your momma freak
's my turn Never get in my way or you're getting' rolled over Like Rover cuz' my fist's a bulldozer I throw these dogs in the street to melodys Like
, now that's a cold case (ha!) Never forget where you come or that block'll bang you I keep my ear to the STREETS like a cocker spaniel I cock and blast
care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me bro I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote Streets
mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life I wouldn't have it any other way Yeah, gun play burning
