On the streets of Philadelphia I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt I was unrecognizable to myself Saw my reflection in a window and didn't know my own face Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away I walked the avenue, 'til my

I hop on the beat Her body on fleek My pockets obese My partner gon' eat My partner a G We straight out the street Home of the braves Land of the freaks Dat Boy Cassius

Work in a little sunshine overtime Checking on out of that nine to five Sandy streets and the windows down Hair free in the breeze getting all unwound Jump in the water go weekend wild Get wrapped up in an old beach towel Break out tequila salt and the

I was laughing, Playing in the streets, I was unknowing; I didn't know my fate. The game of love, but never really showing; I thought that love could wait. I was a young man and sure to go astray. You walked right into my life and told me love would find

Woman hold her head and cry 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died From a stray bullet Explaining to her was a passerby Who saw the woman cry (cry) How can she work it out Now she knows that the wages of sin is death, yeah! Gift of Jah

White sparrows fell from heaven and carried her away Black arrows cut the strings of my heart, I kneel and pray They gave her one more day To say the words I couldn't say Today I walked down our old street Past the diner where we'd meet Now I dine alone

Would it make a difference I'm gonna put on my old blue jeans Gonna walk out of here into the street Would you put up resistance Would you know the real me Me in my old blue jeans And forget everything you know I don't wanna dress up tonight You walk

Legions marching Ready to fire These streets will burn Let the black flag ride The fires of corruption With our fists Up in the air Crash and fall Your hate is our trigger

All right, okay As long as it's funky We'll make it funky for you now I'm a child of the ah, the 87 ah From the streets; get on a beat and go ah I could break it down like whatever ya ah On some K-R-S be-here-forever-type, uh

Make that ass drop (drop, drop) This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you" I