New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a

I would always open up the door Always looking up at higher floors Want to see it all give me more (rise, rise up) I was always up for the making changes Walking down the street and meeting strangers Flipping through my life turning pages (rise, rise up)

That's my baby That's my diamond in the rough But I can make him shine with my sweet love See that boy walking down the street Thinks he's tough but he smiles so sweet Snakeskin boots and a baseball cap Bet you'd like to meet a boy like that He's a

Take me for what I am Who I was meant to be And if you give a damn Take me baby or leave me Every single day I walk down the street I hear people say, "Baby so sweet" Ever since puberty Everybody stares at me

Well, my mama 'low me just to stay out all night long I didn't care she 'low, I would boogie anyhow When I first came to town, people, I was walkin' down Hastings Street Everybody was talkin' about the Henry Swing Club I decided I drop in there that

I know you feel like you are breaking down. Oh be calm. Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times. And everything's wrong It just gets so hard sometimes As I walk through the streets of my new city My back feeling much better, I suppose I've

When I look up at the stars As I walk in the night Down the street by my house It feels good The light from the moon Is afraid of the ground So it falls behind spaces And hides behind clouds When I look up at the clouds

The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama stop breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down

I wasn't hurtin' nobody I wasn't hurtin' no one I ain't hurtin' nobody I ain't hurtin' no one I'm a walkin' down the street like Lucky Larue Got my hand in my pocket I'm thinkin' 'bout you There's three hundred men in the state of Tennessee They're

Where are you now? Do you ever think of me In the quiet, in the crowd? But where are you now? It came to the end it seems you had heard. As we walked the city streets, You never said a word. When we finally sat down Your eyes were full of spite.