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