Life In The Streets — текст песни (Marky Mark)

Marky Mark intro:
Ha, yeah. I know what you`re all thinking
That this is some old Janet Jackson type of @#!
but it ain`t about that
This if the real, the street life trauma


Yo, I grew up rough in the streets of Boston, Massachusetts
Lived real ruthless, a wild kid, out to get a bid
Did some #@! that he never shoulda did
Had to learn the hard way
that some day you gotta pay
So what the hey, I say


Prince Ital Joe:
Life in the streets ain`t easy
All I see is pain and misery
I kneel and pray for the betrayed
Strength and protection to survive in the society


This is the life in the streets
And that`s how we live it


Marky Mark:
Hard and mean at sixteen, livin` like a beam, theme
Out scheming for the green
Quick to kill, I gets ill, I make ya blood spill
I cut ya throat for your goose-down coat
Cuz statistic show that kids with no dough
ain`t got no chance, got nowhere to go
That`s why life on the streets is like a trifular beat
It`ll echo in ya head till you`re dead on the concrete


Prince Ital Joe:
Life in the streets is a mystery
Don`t know my friends from my enemies
Up to lot, could be trouble
But I`ll hold tight and I will never give up the fight


(Chorus)


This one is dedicated to all the homeless people
to every youth that`s growin` up on the streets
You know, we`re living for a dream one day
that there`ll be no more homeless people in the world
Life in the streets is not easy