Streets

Propaganda time, truth so hard to find
Agents of Destruction corrupting the youths them mind
Evening news, Evening Blues
You just can’t win, No matter what you chose
When the Streets Speak
You know you will be bawling if its your name they’re calling
When the streets call your name
Might be destruction or pain, Fortune or your fame
Who gave the orders to shoot?
Couldn’t I them want to recruit
Them want to blame it all on ghetto youths
My liberty cannot be uprooted
Some know the truth but them not going talk
Want to know the face behind the question mark
Picheri afraid of the chicken hawk
Babylon be still
When the Streets Speak
You know you will be bawling if its your name they’re calling
When the streets call your name
Might be destruction or pain, Fortune or your fame
See no evil hear no evil
Smile a while but don’t trust all people
They’re the ones who going to let you down
You are the ones who can hold your ground
More you listen the more you learn
Romp with fir e and you skin going burn
What you gonna do when the tables turn?
You can’t run away