I wish I could tell you the truth
how I feel in my mindwhat's realhow the streets conditioned my heart beatsand things you must knowhow theres relationships that will never growdreams that die slowlives that linger too close too edgehow people stare at you blind and fabricate liesbetween everyday lineshow rules mean everythingand laws give ground for judgemental people to cross linesand your grind is your instinctive state of mindany means necessary is more than a strong linehow the street is an addiction and drugs a usual confliction how children are misleadand it's common to keep a toaster to get breadhow starving young girls are pimp feedand young boys are in a rush to end up deadhow the streets eat meatso people walk around promoting beefand spread gossipthat leaves a sour taste like mustardand that true feelings between lies are never heardreal talk is a breeding ground for false wordswhere I was raisedthe entrepreneurs were the people who weren't at school let a lone made good gradeshow wrong words dug gravesand its always easiest to revert to bad wayshow life paths are limited to four waysor that changing was considered two facedand that life is the most difficult game to play