Black Eyed Peas - Street Livin'

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Streets, streetsLivin’ in the streets

Street livin’, caught in the trapGuns or books, sell crack or rapBe like kings or be like pawnsThey called us coons, now they call us consStreet niggas be packing pistolsTerrorists be blasting missilesCrips and Bloods and retail thugsCIA planes bring Colombian drugs inDon’t push me ’cause I’m close to hellThe teachers in my neighborhood can hardly spellAnd compare to them, prison guards get paid wellTen years no bail is 4 years at YaleSo, forget about the statue of General LeeBecause the status of Blacks are generallyGonna end up in some penitentiarySystematically, that’s how they made it to beListen, they derailed the soul trainAnd put a nightmare in every Martin Luther KingAnd privatized prisons are owned by the sameSlave masters that owned the slave trade gameAnd racists no longer have to be racist‘Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK didNow, every time I hear a new def jamNiggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux KlanI understand what’s a nigga to choose?Be the killer or be the dead dude in the newsI get it, what’s a nigga to do?No education in the hood got a nigga confused

Street livin’, tough conditionsBrainwashed by the televisionWe lost in the war we live inDouble cross, love lost, no religionStreet livin’, oh my goshAnother brother got shot by the searg’Another cop got off with no chargeIf you black in the hood, you at largeYou’re guilty until you prove you’re innocentIf you’re ivory, they treat you differentIf you’re ebony, they assume your temperamentWill be vigilant and they call you militantAnd you’ll get shot and they’ll say the incidentIs ’cause you’re belligerent, what a coincidence?Born and bred but you’re still an immigrantAnd if you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

There’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever was slaves cotton pickingThere’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever was slaves cotton pickingSo, how we gon’ get up out the trap?Guns or books, sell crack or rapStreet livin’, hustle or hoopsGuns or books, get shot or shoot

Street livin’, ain’t no rulesBreak the law, make the breakin’ newsThe life you choose could be the life you loseNiggas getting stuck for the Nike shoesStreet livin’, ain’t no jokeIt’s a cold world, better bring your coatRevoke ’cause the streets are brokeAnd now they wanna take away our dreams and hopesStreet livin’, no economicsNo way out of the ReaganomicsInfected by the black plague, new bubonicNo comprende, we speak ebonicsStreet livin’, what’s your position?You can take action or take a dick and listenYou can get fucked by the systemOr you can say “fuck the system”

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