(We are not listening, we are on the streets) And in the half light They only echo You told us that We were too young Now that night's closing in Lock us up safe And hide the key

You're gonna know in your soul This is what we came here for Here and now So live it loud This moment, it won't be ignored So why not open up that door? They say that life is a two-way street When you're not sure. You gotta trust your feet

How does it feel When you're inside me? Hey you, up in the sky Learnin' to fly Tell me, how high Do you think you'd go Before you start falling? Hey you, up in the tree You want to be me

Get up, I get down Get up, I get When it comes to being true, at least true to me One thing I found, one thing I found Oh no you never let me down Yo, first I snatched the streets then I snatched the charts First I had they ear, now I have their heart

I won't show my face here anymore But even if we won't admit it to ourselves We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else These streets are yours, you can keep them All that's left behind I don't want them They pull me back, and I surrender To

The darkest days upon you Well I was caught inside the wreck never found my way out I was filled with indifference The animals they were getting tired so I sang Them a song cause they promised not to take too long Well I can't find my way back home I'll

There's something dying on the street You're gonna get back on your feet Up against the wall When they knock you down (No you can't stop now) Remember what I said Boy you was battle born Cause you can't stop now (Cause you can't stop now) You lost faith

For such a simple man I know it sounds absurd When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily Oh joyfully, playfully watching me But then

If you know this how you living, put your hands up! Where they at? If you from the streets like me, put your hands up! D Boys on my tease, put your hands up! Independent bad bitches, put your hands up! If you rep your city like me, put your hands up!

For street niggas livin with they lives on the line For young guns comin' up during these times For police that find drugs let niggas slide For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For