Street Life (Skee-Lo)

Last year when I went home, got in my car and got gone Hit the streets and shot on, 18 years since I'm gone Call my homie Jerome, spoke to his brother Tyrome Who seemed a little distant cause my calls were not persistent He say Rome went to prison for resistin' arrest And mamma had a problem wit her chest, what, cardiac arrest I was hurt and ain't even been here a week And after all that bad news I couldn't speak And my toes went weak and my legs went numb It gets crazy in the streets tryin' to live wit no funds Don't cheat you don't eat, your case you can't beat Public defenders is there to make the deals go sweet For the prosecution it's like an execution But you can make it if you're patient and avoid confusion It took a while for me to learn this and stay on my feet But if this rappin' don't happen for me I'm goin' back to the streets Street life, street life, street life, street life Street life, street life, street life, street life Street life, street life, street life, street life Street life, street life, street life, street life Before the day that I blew up back when I grew up Back when I had a shag chewin' gum wearin' chucks Before I even thought about makin' the big bucks I was busy throwin' rocks at cars and dump trucks Even now I can hear her mamma callin' my full name Me and uncle Joe would be watchin' the Bulls game Before they had Jordan when all you needed was change To get yourself some candy, some pickles and sugar canes Even then I could feel the streets movin' all through My veins and everything I seen absorbed in my brain I'm not afraid to tell it my brother I'm not ashamed You take a look at me now and look at where I came Robert Taylor, 4500 on State Street in Chicago Where most of the hoodsters and thugs be If it hadn't of been for all the people that loved me And for god's grace life get cruel and ugly in the streets Street life, street life, street life, street life Street life, street life, street life, street life Street life, street life, street life, street life Street life, street life, street life, street life It's all good But people don't, got it misunderstood, street code is Simply you stick to your own hood Stay in your own woods and chop your own tree And if something jumps off pretend you didn't see Keep your mouth shut up, for you get knocked up Ain't no since in tryin' to get somebody else locked up And that's the truth That's why I send messages to the youth Hope the lord makes a way out Forget the gang and stay out Cause everybody wants to live in the sunshine If not right now at least at one time Look back in your mind remember you was a kid Remember before you grew up how innocent you lived From big wheels to big thrills and big heights From innocent to killin' your brother for Air Nikes And I can't believe that none of these things don't Strike y'all brothers in the head like this ain't right Street life, street life, street life, street life Street life, street life, street life, street life Street life, street life, street life, street life Street life, street life, street life, street life