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Peak #1,366
Peak in subgenre #787
Author
Rappin13
Rights
Rappin13 Entertainment
Uploaded
March 04, 2005
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:20
Lyrics
The soldiers of the streets, hard lives moved in fleets,
life of poverty, robbery is done by the elites,
pushed to the curb to learn ways to make some paper,
skirt chaser, pockets cut by steel and str8 razors,
life is gloomy, clouds and thunder flood your thoughts,
it's all survival, those who are weak will die and rot,
time clocks stop, at the drop of metal casing,
locked and ready pacing, blood and pavement facing,
souls for the waisting, you fight to earn ya keep,
justice of the people, belongs to those with the green,
sewn in every seem, lies a secret of the whole,
the open ghetto...... locked in by street poles,
past the boundries you'll never go, or end up in a cell,
dwellin on the secrets that the public will never tell,
wisdom of the streets, far different then what they seem,
justice is in the hands of the soldiers of the street,
they push to keep their fate, to meet the heavyn gates,
learned to love and hate the world to keep food on their plates,
As their death awaits, they walk with empty hands,
as they understand that god has given all we need for man,
no need for fancy clothes, cell phones or diamond rings,
we need our soul and a home with some food these type of things,
some water to keep us clean, but are reluctant to give us help,
they would rather help the rich, and blast some bullet shells,
while the soldiers here at home, suffer hunger n poverty,
when will they start to see, that help starts with you and me,
i guess i can see how tax cuts to the rich,
helps the economy, but guess what it's not doin shit,
a couple points i think they missed, trying to get a war to sell,
you can't go help others, if you can't help yourself,
so where these soldiers dwell, you'll find a tail of defeat,
that's why the justice lies in the hands of the soldiers of the streets,
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the sacred minds of men, bend the the truth of how they live,
repenting for their sins, as they they remeniss of what they did,
dear god please forgive, of what they did to survive,
they only know what was shown, and what was shown was white lies,
they beleived what they seen, and agreed with what was said,
and some innocent will suffer, and the others will end up dead,
it's hard to catch the lies, because we try to live our lives,
the problems overbearing, cuz theres no caring for our side,
all we have is pride, and the air within our lungs,
because they supply the hate, and we supply the guns,
livin on the run, for number one, it's ride or die,
finalized our doom, and there is no light in the sky,
the oblivious still live, and their ruled by misory,
filled with inner hope, provided by cold trickery,
liberate the souls, from the cold realms of defeat,
otherwise the justice lies with the soldiers of the street,
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