Story of the Street

Lyrics

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I been stepped on, slept on, bloody, and wet

Alone when the sun came and alone when it set

Martin Luther King touched me when he showed me respect

And march hand in hand together what a glorious step

The story in tested time I endure for [??]

Boulevards, avenues, east coast, and the west

Some got me on they chest when gang signs reflect

Bullet shells rest on me, and I’m always a mess

Always used for evidence war filling my cup

They die for me every day I watch them grow up fast

Lookin’ up at they mother gettin beat by they dad

Felt the pain when she fell and her face got dragged

But it’s all on me when it hits the fan

Keep your eye on the street and not the man

But see what I am you hate me, politics debate me

But hustlers they love me and babies embrace the…


(I am a street) ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ohh x2

(I am a street) ah ah ah ah ah ah ah x2


The streets is watchin, right now the street's talkin’

Communicate with orphans, outcasts, and darkness

I taste the blood of christ and his sweat from exhaustion

Cried a tear of life and he brace more to prophets

Devia Dela Rosa our surf is for a service

I help men stand for the second foundation

Words of creation creatin my makeup

Destined to be goaded by the earth I shake up

I’m Broadway, Hollywood under construction

Underground cracked up I steadily function

Better days without throwaways is my dream

Put your ears to the street and hear the souls of the sea

Hear they gnashin they teeth, hear the lie to peace

Hear the truth not told has affected the street

Y’all put a dollar on me, pour the last of ya bottle on me

The way you live in me is the way you die on me


(I am the street) ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ohh x2

(I am the street) ah ah ah ah ah ah ah x2


Pressure from the rear coppin glory and fame

Hip-hop cats use me just to credit they name

Credit they game it’s silly how they playin with flames

The danger remains. I’ve seen history in its hate and its

Love. The rare, some address me in blood address me as thug

The worst kept secrets I keep the colder the street

The mysteries encoded in me. The heart of the man for me is so easy to see

Rather we standing for a reason, I’m speakin of peace.

Or hold out just to fit in by saying the least

I’ve been beat by the police and heard they plots

I was there first hand when Amadou got shot

They burn me black and really I’m the realest [??]

The definition of the struggle, the strong’s in place

You gotta problem with the truth and all that I say?

Come and holla at me dog, I’m on the black every day


(I am the street) ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ohh x2

(I am the street) ah ah ah ah ah ah ah x2

(I am the street) ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ohh x2