same streets

cruising the same streets reflecting on my younger days gettimg it by any means necessary old g's said to me you called the street the street didnt text u g now you wild out ducking and dodging the police cuz you still got scars that are skin deep from brutality cruisin the same streets reflecting on my younger days dam Mama I'm ashamed for giving you all those heart aches and pains seeing the disappointment in your eyes by my soul cry when you seen your angel child in a cold wet back seat beating and taze I can still hear your screaming my name and seeing you find through the police to save me must be the same feeling of Mary seeing Jesus crucified on Mount Calvary cruising the same streets just because I had a dream to prosper out of this war on poverty they assassinated my king how can I not see Memphis bloody balcony because he held the key he held the words that was engraved on his heart by God cruising the same streets we got to do more than just write it in the streets we got to do more than just protest we got to make demands for them to give us our reparations it's time for them to give us our dividends check is 1968 all over again war on poverty really begins cruising the same streets