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letra de street talk - zwift justice

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street talk:

verse one:

it’s six in the morning, gotta get ready for school

warning, gotta watch out for all those fools

two shoes on, belt strapped, got my back pack

mom p-ssed out on the couch again, with a new friend

get on the bus, put the mean face on stupid, gotta look

tough, scowl like the batman, naa you a bad man

tuck the weed under the center piece make sure

it ain’t smelling loud, it ain’t leaking out

you gotta sell to feed em now, your little sibs

for them you commit many acts of biblical sins

man, i’m so sick of this sh-t, all this monotony, makes me

feel like i’m in a loop on monopoly, go to jail, go to jail, rent to pay

go to jail. go to jail. rent to pay

hook:

there once was a little boy blew who grew up in the ghetto and died a little too soon

poverty, anguish, and pain, would push him a long way a bullet would blow his brains. (2x)

verse two:

mom go getta job, child support no longer okay, okay?

f-ck, the b-tch hit my face, sh-t stings, hit me with her rings

she’s cursing and screaming drunk rambles

baby sisters crying in shambles, little brothers mad

how the f-ck you gonna do that in front of them?

at least show you loving them, thank god lil sis missed this

meet up with the boys, main homie showing you toys

a four five, ain’t talking bout change for a twenty

we talking now, sick of being broke, sick of being kids

boutta be men, me, and 3 of them, rob a clerk

sh-t bishop did it, ain’t it work? we all forgot

i heard a fire of shot, me and two brothers escaped

where was the other? it was too late

hook:

there once was a little boy blew who grew up in the ghetto and died a little too soon

poverty, anguish, and pain, would push him a long way a bullet would blow his brains. (2x)

verse three:

it’s been weeks, or months, lost my mind behind this blunt

main homie got his wig split, one in the dome

ain’t no coming home, now i don’t really know where to go

hustled too hard stepped on many toes

looking over my back, what’s that, who’s there?

walk around strapped like it’s st-tched to my side

who’s that? the dude in the blue, and black?

dial the phone..hey little sis wish this was the one you picke up

understand i really do love, you, and the other three too

i’m so proud of you, soon as you can get outta here too

but, i don’t think you’ll see me home tonight, i’m sorry i am

but i’ve been a bad man, and done things, please don’t let my song

go–pow-pow-pow

hook:

there once was a little boy blew who grew up in the ghetto and died a little too soon

poverty, anguish, and pain, would push him a long way a bullet would blow his brains. (2x)

- zwift justice

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