Lyrics

I went from mista cyco to mista humble in one stumble as I watched my life crumble shit this world is a jungle, full of sinners and no saints, some winners and some aint, some jealous and envious cuz some have it and they can't, but I don't pay attention to the world that they paint, society is tainted and congress wants us to intergrate, but if we're one in the same who's gonna legislate and after we build power in countries who's left to intimidate, and becuz I refuse to follow trends I'm the type of mothafucka the media don't wanna let in, so I'm forced to hold my ground and keep on steppin, across the streets of the hood that I was raised in, how many billion dollars have we spent on Iraq? while down the street mothafuckas gettin murdered for dub sacks, but the media shows the passion of a presidents attack, but its wrong for me to put that type of shit on wax, and I ain't downin america you get struck you strike back, that's how the G's do it but you still don't like that, so who's gonna save my hood from a terrorist attack? it aint no homeland security it's just me and my strap

Hook: I never felt so alive as I'm kneelin with this mic in my hand I feel baptized, saved by the streets, was raised by the streets, I ride for the streets live and die for the streets

I seen christians runnin for alters muslims runnin for mosques, everybody prayin to they fathers at all costs, everybody goin crazy over anthrax and smallpox, but in my hood I'm still hearin the same gun shots, in two years they come to secure the airplane, while welfare mothers are still addicted to cocaine, but as long as the medias happy who cares about the dopeman, as long as our richest tax payers wont complain, lets buy into hip hop, we see that its sellin, lets mix it with pop culture and stop the rebellion and eventually the ghettos wont have nothin to fight for and maybe they'll just slowly drift away and just die over, but i aint havin that, as long as i have a strap, a voice a microphone and a pen imma get back, and hit you where it hurts til im layin in the dirt imma reach and touch the minds of everyone on this earth cuz this is my religion, this is what i believe in, livin and dyin for the moment that you're breathin, so while you try and change the world and hide the streets, you can't take away my music or my freedom of speech, until you put a bullet in me i aint goin out quietly, cuz its only a matter of time before the streets start riotin, but yall will never know becuz you're too blind to see it, the real wars within ourselves and you know imma be in it

Hook x3 and fade