She made me happy, she made me smile She brought me up, when you let me down I'm pulling scams Identity theft Don't buy my album, 'cause I don't care Seem like I lost more than I ever gained Ain't get nuttin' out these streets but pain Ain't get nuttin'

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)

Real friends I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him I guess I get what I deserve, don't I Real friends, how many of us? How many of us, how many jealous? Real

The sky is crying, Can you see the tears roll down the street. I my baby early one morning She was walking on down the street I got a real, real fine feeling That my baby she don't love me no more I've been looking for my baby And I've been wondering

Felt like somebody lied When I saw him go down I had to hold my breath till the coast was clear Just to stop the tears Looking out the window out on the street I don't know what happened, I'm out on my feet I hear my mother calling my name I still come

Why is it so hard to find someone Who cares about you? Who looks down on you When it's easy enough to find someone Who can keep it together When you've come undone? Every street in this city Is the same to me Everyone's got a place to be

Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing six months ain't no sentence And one year ain't no time I was born in Angola Serving fourteen to ninety

Love for sale. When the only sound in the empty street, Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop. When the moon so long has been gazing down On the wayward ways of this wayward town. That her smile becomes a smirk, I

If I don't get to the border then I'll write. I gotta get that southbound train tonight, In the heat of the day many miles away When the sun is beating down upon the main street I'll be waiting here at the station, I gotta move down the line. They'll be

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