AP Word Smith - STREET ANALYSIS 1 Lyrics

It's a rhythmic apocalypse
It took me time to understand that your riches
Ain't your material And poverty ain't just A baton, but it's more
Spiritual Pardon my past, but my path Was never angelical
Raised under the streetlights, corner and Foggy nights

My city breeds perversion as many lose Their minds
Drugs, sex, and liquor's done more harm To average minds
Ignorance ain't bliss, but underrated Suicide blacks killing, blacks the system, Pays out
Homicide Show me love, I'll show you Peace as victims

Don't decide The war inside is Contagious, we judge and
Ostracize We hate ourselves, that's the Reason we don't
Approve of love Mama said I'm nothing, I Shared my dreams
And they said I'm bluffing Your dream Killers are those who bury, they

Seed of purpose They love you in the Slums and hate it when
They see you make it I'm from the ghetto Where friends are suspected
Enemies They praise you when they see You, behind
Your back they attack you Attracted to Success but never willing to

Put effort for the record!
No man has found a purpose without Searching
The street Kid still is begging, the old man Is regretting
Fathers fail to be figures, they sons are rejection triggers
And those with the silver spoon swallow The spoon in their hand

And pretend to be rich while the riches have end
Maybe it's a wise man's world and a foolish man's hell
Who can tell
Only God, cause the story will end We're victims of these streets, the seeds

Of criminal greed We roses amongst weeds but bleed internally
We're victims of these streets, the seeds of criminal greed
We roses amongst weeds but bleed internally We're victims of these streets, the seeds
Of criminal greed We roses amongst weeds but bleed internally

We're victims of these streets, the seeds of criminal greed
We roses amongst weeds but bleed internally
We're victims of these streets, the seeds of criminal greed