The Streets The Streets defeats the elites, then completes the feats Under the sheets. Who eats The meat off the seat in pleats the man On The Street who's so Poor nothing on his feet he's got no Door, The Streets a Dark Cold and Lonely Place where there is no homley Shelter no warm bed at night no home Cooked dinner more like a fight The Street's are where we learn our trade where we make a mark let's not Fade after Dark The Street's are filled with Drugs n Music 🎵🎶🎵 Thugs Just abuse it with no musical talent They just lose it an talk that shit trying To Up their Game they're not the same The Street's Claim many Lives with Grimreaper scythes cutting slashing Ripping Slicing Splicing sacrificing arriving surviving thriving caniving establishing ravishing lavishing vanishing The Street's I walk these streets, where the struggle never ends Every corner, every block, got a story to lend From the hood to the projects, where we all pretend That we're living the dream, but it's just a dead end The streets are cold, but they taught me how to survive Gotta hustle hard, just to stay alive With the weight of the world on my shoulders, I strive To make a better life for me and mine They say the streets don't love nobody, it's true But I still rep where I'm from, that's all I can do Through the pain and the tears, I push through Cause the streets made me, and I stay true In the city of Canberra man on Nunniwall land we stand , where the devil roams Australia we call home I navigate the chaos, trying to find my way home But the streets keep calling, it's hard to resist I'll always be a product of the streets, that's just how it is