B. Rock Presents: "Cold-Hearted Streets"

[B. Rock]

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[B. Rock]

life's Broken paths got me smoking grass, and chokin bad...
im hopeless man, the weight of the world got my shoulders dragged.
...Yea, i joke and laugh, but only to help myself cope the past...
the present too hard to handle, the future too sloped to grasp.

if only i had of known the man, that brought me here...
would be more to my life than rollin grams, and joyless years.
...Men not supposed to cry,i know the say'n, still i pour tears...
lonely as hell, no one to hold me, damn!, so i hold fear.

You ever felt as if your life was cursed with pain from the start?...
broken up dreams got stains on your heart, living shameless in dark.
..This just a game we came to embark, our aim is the top...
not knowin the score already been set at ranges too sharp.

The stranges of life, instill the thought of danger at night...
eerie shadows casting beneath me even stranger in light.
...Nowhere to go, got me hoping to see my angel in white...
'cause these crooked obstacle courses got me strainin' my sight.

"A victim of the street teaching", that's our limit these days...
money burnin holes in our pockets, got us spending in craze.
...The bible says "Our cup runneth over", but we live in a daze...
imagine our amount of blessings if our pennies, we save.

Satisfied with a poor mans struggle, when there's more to our hustle...
even when weak, there's more to our muscles, in war we must tussle.
...Even then, there's more to our trouble at the core of the rubbel...
life is like a story unfolded, but the morale's the puzzle...

Sometimes I sit and wonder, while i sit and ponder...
black on black crime got the world a living trauma.
...That's why we live in drama, people gettin dumber...
parents gettin younger, life is gettin harder.

Niggaz doing anything just to cop a dollar...
no more talkin, now it's murder just solve a problem.
...No more askin now-a-days, niggaz rather rob ya...
Instead of holdin one another, niggaz rather hold you back.

Instead of holding on to faith, niggaz rather hold a gat...
first the tried to sell us dreams, now its "sell a nigga crack".
...No more tryna have the best, now we settle for a 'lac...
tryna keep up in the hood just gone set us niggaz back.

Can't even lie, yea yo nigga Rock done did his share of wrong...
yea i carried chrome, but now i'd rather smoke a bone.
...Yea, i used to bang, but now i'd rather roam alone...
cuz these streets are cold hearted, so i'd rather hold my own.