Lost my job at Mickie D's 4 giving away 2 much food 4 free But I couldn't watch another black child go 2 school With nothing to eat 7 of us then took 2 the streets Raised by the music, fed by the beat C-ing how long we could stay outta jail is how we'd That's how we'd compete
We never owned the streets that we keep defending So the $ we got we just end up spending With nothing 2 save & not a thing 4 lending U're never really happy Just really good At pretending
Everybody in the world wants 2 b a star Few got what it takes 2 get that far If a rocketship didn't cost more than a car A brother might move 2 MarzTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
