Street Life

Who said life was an easy road A lot of people can't even bear my load Hustle everyday when we touch the road Yo mi just can't leave the streets Street life It give me money and my food and my bills dem paid Street life Now everybody calls you boss because you got shit made Street life Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin' unda di shade Street life Oh, oh, the street life, honor that Now you can sit around and watch it all go down around you Or you can imitate the ways the killers and cars move You can't simulate the days when they played by the rules And if you wasn't in the maze you really can't drop jewels You really can't understand, how a boy could be fooled And when he turned twenty nine he still need to be schooled See it's a difference in takin' a stand and mannin' up As apposed to bein' a man and standin' up Listen I already been there That book of live men small section of survivors, my name in there From rollin' with the riders, you couldn't pretend there With live men beside us, we still couldn't win there They showed us how to send there, and get the attention of the Feds And be the stars when the eulogy is read The way they worshipin' the bread, the day is not okay For good people that may never get ahead, let us pray Who said life was an easy road A lot of people can't even bear my load Hustle everyday when we touch the road Yo mi just can't leave the streets Street life It give me money and my food and my bills dem paid Street life Now everybody calls you boss because you got shit made Street life Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin' unda di shade Street life Oh, oh, the street life, honor that I live it for the homies that's gone and and the homies that's still around The O.G.'S that did it for years, career criminals For the homies locked down since the days of a juvenile Tryin' to maintain in the game cause they just gettin' out They lost, you got some livin in the now You know them schisty ass individuals livin' foul He claim that he got it locked but he still 'gon run to the store To get a dutch for the lil' homey on the block The game's fucked up, shit is reversed now The hood is lookin like the suburbs now which way is home? Just do what you always did or you 'gon get what you always got Get stabbed get shot, the street life Who said life was an easy road A lot of people can't even bear my load Hustle everyday when we touch the road Yo mi just can't leave the streets Street life It give me money and my food and my bills dem paid Street life Now everybody calls you boss because you got shit made Street life Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin' unda di shade Street life Oh, oh, the street life, honor that