Streets Is My Home ft. Bronze Nazareth & Sav Killz Lyrics

Ayo, my blood is hazy, smoky gaze glazed and razed eyelids

Cook up my hybrid, I've witnessed every act of violence

Silence is isolated, I'm in a crowded basement

Sitting adjacent 'caine vapors raining carbon faces

Decrepit humans sitting ruined, suicide's amazing

Flagrant patience inhaling icy danish

Painted delta 88, I sit inside the pipe and wait

For fate to overcome its niggas who can't even see the sun

I circulate around it

Displayed scene surrounded

By shadows and gallows

My smoke is not a trail to follow

Survival is vital, smoke billows out the rivals window

Swindle vandals selling handfulls and halos

And rainbows and gray ghouls

Compliment me, anything the gain those

Baked up cocaine dose intensely

I stole a moon leaving you an empty eclipse

Your brain rips a cavernous hole occupying your soul

Signifying you dying, assigning need in your dome,

I'm the reason your homeless habit be speaking in codes

I explode, outcomes, lungs and atoms are blown

The streets is my abode, cause I need to be sold

One thing is really sure, is that

The crack epidemic grew and expanded and virtually devastated a generation, I'm

The park bench is my bed,

Breathe the dark stench of the lead

In the city air, my 16th pair of donated shoes

the blow made me snooze, no dough for daily booze

In Gods Kitchen soup meals, who feels this dead?

Who real enough to sleep with cardboard over his head

When it rains I shower, the bottle's always my best friend

a life of lonely travels, wherever I lay my hat,

Wherever the day be at, I always got darker clouds

Even when it's sunlight, my son might be graduating

Ain't seen him since 86, since Rick wrestled alligators

I'm balanced with several layers

Amongst candles and prayers,

The devil glares in my face in my nightmares

Remember facing M-16's for my nation's army

Now I'm facing the clerk at the Salvation Army

I asked God why I always had walked alone

No answer so there's no heaven, the streets is my home,

This is why I'm the streets

Crack concrete, misguided fleets

Broken homes, stars out of reach

I was taught to civilize, teach dip on the beast

Conjure up plots, to get paid none the least

Morals painted, pictures tainted many resting in peace

Feelings vagrant, aids patient, sleeping resting deceased

Get them tabernacles, blood sucked the poor like a leech

Watch out for them thieves, running up on the creep

Mentality is don't give a fuck, Grim-reap,

It's a lot going on, so it's hard to get sleep

Keep my thorough observation for them kids trying to peep

Gotta move off the radar, won't detect my bleep

Black widow heifers hood rats, burn like chili peppers

Woody Woodpecker's out for the cream, watching cheddars

The paper chase, hustlers, ballers, players, pursue

Pimp in the L.I.Q., special brew

Devil stew, got us fiend out like by the slew

Those who was chosen chosen themselves only a few

Minimum wage, kids barely making the grade

Never mind the education, brother go and get paid

MC's is hurt up, raw battles get mercked up,

Tsunami strike tidal wave, niggas is surfs up,

Sav Kills motherfuckers, don't let me get worked up

The streets is my home, 85ers get served up