Life In The Streets — текст песни (Marky Mark And The Funky Bunch)

Ha, yeah. I know what you`re all thinking
That this is some old Janet Jackson type of shit
But it ain`t about that
This is 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 shit that he never shoulda did but he paid the price
lived real trite
Ruined his life and lived by the knife
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 isn`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
This is the life in the streets
And that`s how we live it

Marky Mark:
Hard and mean at sixteen, livin` like a beamin’ 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 statistics 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 trifler 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 it could be trouble
But I`ll hold tight and I will never 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