Praying that you don't run out of luck You're running but the pavements gotcha stuck You've been around the block I know, You've got the cuts to show it
Smoking like a bullet from a gun The city got you crushed under its thumb You staring at the clock I see, Your time is up, you know it.
BRIDGE:
So write your name in the dust. I hope they remember you, 'cause
CHORUS:
These streets, they're mean, You gotta fight if you want to eat It's blood and bone, The blacktop's got a heart of stone They're mean, these streets They're gonna try to take you, Never let 'em break you.
These streets! These streets!
VERSE 2:
You been throwing punches at the wall, Nothing really makes much sense at all, Walking like a lonely ghost, Your number's up, you feel it.
Looking for a streetlight in the dark, Tryin' to find a rock to make a spark, Maybe it's the life you chose, You don' let 'em steal it.
BRIDGE:
So write your name in the dust, Hope they remember you, 'cause
CHORUS:
These streets, they're mean, You gotta fight if you want to eat It's blood and bone, The blacktop's got a heart of stone They're mean, these streets They're gonna try to take you, Never let 'em break you.
These streets! These streets!
VERSE 3:
Praying that you don't run outta luck (luck, luck) You're running but the pavements gotcha stuck (stuck, stuck) Smoking like a bullet from a gun
The city got you crushed under its thumb You staring at the clock, I see your time is up, you know it.
BRIDGE:
So write your name in the dust, Hope they remember you, 'cause
CHORUS:
These streets, they're mean, You gotta fight if you want to eat It's blood and bone, The blacktop's got a heart of stone They're mean, these streets They're gonna try to take you, Never let 'em break you.
OUTRO:
These streets! These streets! These streets! These streets!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
