Something to look forward to My lonely heart beats relatively easy Are you having a long day Everyone you meet rubs you the wrong way Dirty city streets smell like an ashtray Morning bells are ringing in your ear Is your brother on a church kick Seems

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes Time may change me Still don't know what I was waitin' for And my time was runnin' wild A million dead end streets and Every time I thought I'd got it made

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the

Love on the low, love everywhere I go And I can't face it all I need is right where I belong I lay down now This someone's journey in the streets who gotta keep a, peace, peace As I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I rest in peace I pray the Lord my

Every single word you hear Is coming from this heart of mine. I loved you such a long time ago I walk the lonely streets, I watch the people passing by. I used to smile and say hello. Guess I was just a happy guy. Then you happened, girl, This feeling

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other side with my road dogz All roam in the scary place called home Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz Every ghetto street got a stop sign Can I trust in you my road dogz

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

Everybody says she's lookin' good And the lady knows it's understood I know a thing or two about her I know she'll only make you cry She'll let you walk the street beside her But when she wants she'll pass you by She wears her satins like a lady She gets

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, I'm walking through your streets Where all your money's earning Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses Housing all your