Life in the Streets

Marky Mark intro: Ha, yeah. I know what you're all thinking That this is some old Janet Jackson type of shit But it ain't about that This if the real, the street life trauma Yo, I grew up rough in the streets of Boston, Massachusetts Lived real ruthless, a wild kid, out to get a bid Did some shit That he never shoulda did Had to learn the hard way That some day you gotta pay So what the hey, I say Prince Ital Joe: Life in the streets ain't easy All I see is pain and misery I kneel and pray for the betrayed Strength and protection to survive in the society This is the life in the streets And that's how we live it Marky Mark: Hard and mean at sixteen, livin' like a beam, theme Out scheming for the green Quick to kill, I gets ill, I make ya blood spill I cut ya throat for your goose-down coat Cause statistic show that kids with no dough Ain't got no chance, got nowhere to go That's why life on the streets is like a trifular beat It'll echo in ya head till you're dead on the concrete Prince Ital Joe: Life in the streets is a mystery Don't know my friends from my enemies Up to lot, could be trouble But I'll hold tight and I will never give up the fight [Chorus:] This one is dedicated to all the homeless people To every youth that's growin' up on the streets You know, we're living for a dream one day That there'll be no more homeless people in the world Life in the streets is not easy