I remember back when we'd run around the neighborhood, no worries.
Chillen with friends on the corner of these streets.
So many memories made,
thanks to the streets.
Now we got our babygirls turning into babymamas,
and our little boys turning into little thugs.
Instead of dealing cards, they dealing drugs.
Instead of sippin coke, they smoking dope!
Thanks to the streets.
Because her mama didn't care, lil mama went wild.
She wasn't book smart but she was too naive to run the streets.
All she really cared about was some weed and codeine.
But who knew she wouldn't make it home one night,
thanks to the streets.
And then we got the case of a young brother,
who doesn't understand how to be a man. Yet, he thinks he's a man because he got a gun in his hand!
His mind is full of lost hopes and dreams,
because all he really cared about was some weed and codeine.
But who knew he wouldn't make it home one night,
thanks to the streets.
And now we got mothers ,
who not only play their role as a mother but also as a father,
grieving the loss of their babygirl and little boys.
Grandparents , aunts, and even uncles,
crying , laying their babygirls and little boys to rest.
And I'm just here like damn , I really wish you could've made it home,
but you didn't.
Thanks to the streets.
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