Streets Won't Let Me Chill
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Peace
Streets won’t let me chill
Streets won’t let me chill
Streets won’t let me chill
Streets won’t let me chill
Streets won’t let me chill
Aye yo, what’s goin on, Crafty?
Been a few weeks since we really spoke last
See I actually been meanin to give you a call
Just to tell you I love you
And all, you my brother, man
But I’m in trouble, man, it’s my cousin, man
He put a bullet in the head of another man
Now the cops want him more than Uncle Sam
Knockin at my door and you
Know my pops hustlin
And I vent to you cause you
The only one that understands
And I’m stressed out
Moms and the whole fam freakin
So I’m sneakin to the streets
And movin packs every weekend
Man I’m just tryna help out
Cause my cousin need lawyer
Money and bail bonds
And I know what he did was wrong but I’m just
Tryna be strong so my fam can move on
Cause I ain’t tryin see em torn, nah
Sorry to talk for so long but
The streets won’t let me chill
And these days
I light my first blunts in the morn
Cause the streets won’t let me chill
Shit, and I wanna go to college like you
But the streets won’t let me chill
So I’m just out here chasin dollars my dude
Cause the streets won’t let me chill
Aye yo, what it do, Craft?
We miss you on the block bro
When you comin back? I know that you on your
School shit down in DC
But just wait til you get back and you see me
I’m gettin cream, see
And all the bad bitches on my dick
And all these dudes wanna be me
I’m tryna ball like they do on tv but yeah I
Worry that some day you’ll be yellin free me
But fuck it though
I gotta get rent for my mother though
I’m the man of the house and shit
The future won’t wait for me
So I’m about to start sellin
White like reverse slavery
And you in college and I’m glad but I
Wasn’t given all the opportunities you had
So please, Craft
Don’t start wit one of your speeches
Got too much to deal wit
Fuck that degree shit
Look I don’t mean to be harsh but
The streets won’t let me chill and for me
Bein legit was just never in the cards
Cause the streets won’t let me chill
And you white with two parents so you got
Balance but the streets won’t let me chill
And shit
Nobody ever noticed my talents cause the
Streets won’t let me chill
Streets won’t let me chill (nah)
Streets won’t let me chill
(they won’t let me chill)
Streets won’t let me chill
(they won’t let me chill)
Streets won’t let me chill
Aye yo, what it is yall?
I been chillin here at school but I miss yall
Keepin it New York down here
I ain't switch yall
Same old Craft but lately I been pissed off
Cause your situations got me stressed for you
Yall like family
I only want the best for you
We from the same hood and yall good persons
So why would our paths be so divergent?
It got my mind hurtin and my heart sore
And a year ago
I would’ve told you school was the
Answer but I’m not sure
Cause I’ve learned a lot more and the
Benefit's of this society are not yours
Cause these kids down here
They ain't smarter than you and they
Don’t work harder than you
They just inherited social capital so
I ain't mad at you
I’m mad at the Capital and
Their need for capital
Tryna enjoy my skill but the
Streets won’t let me chill
Cause all I want for my homies is an even
Playing field but the streets
Won’t let me chill and look I ain't tryin
Preach cause dudes gotta
Eat so the streets won’t let me chill
I just wish when I laid down at night I
Could sleep but the streets
Won’t let me chill