Streets Is My Home (feat. Sav Killz & Bronze Nazareth) - Kevlaar 7, Bronze Nazareth, Sav Killz

Yo, ayo by blood is hazey, smokey gaze

Glazed in ways, dilates cook-up my hybrid

I’ve witnessed every act of violence

Silence is isolated;

I’m in a crowded basement

Sitting and jakes came, vapors raining, carbon faces

Decrypt a human, sit in ruins, two sides are amazing

Flagrant patient, inhaling icy Danish painting

Dealt the 88, I sit inside the pipe and wait for fate to overcome

There’s niggas who can’t even see the sun

I circulate around it, display scene surround it

By shadows and gallows, my smoke is not a trail to follow

Survival is vital, smoke billows out the rival’s window

Swindle vandals, selling handfuls and halos

And rainbows and Grey Goose complement me

Anything to gain those, evict up, cocaine dose, intensely

I stole the moon leaving you on an empty eclipse

Your brain ripped, the cabinet’s hole, occupying you soon

Signifying you’re dying, a sign you need your dome

I’m the reason you’re homeless habit be speaking in codes

I explode outcomes, lungs and atoms are blown

The streets is my home, 'cause I need to be sold

(Documentary Sample)

«For one thing is really sure, is that the ah crack epidemic

Grew ah and it expanded and virtually devastated a generation»

The park benches' my bed, breathe the dark stench of lead

In the city air, my sixteenth pair of donating shoes

To bloviating snooze, no doe for daily booze

And guys kitchen suit meals, who feels he’s dead

Who realer enough to sleep with cardboards over his head?

When it rains I shower, the bottle is always my friend

A life of lonely travels wherever I lay my hat

Wherever the day be at, I always got darker clouds

Even when its sunlight, my son might be graduating

Ain’t seen 'em since '86 since Rick wrestled Alligators

Unbalance the 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 answers, so there’s no heaven, the streets is my home, nigga

(Documentary Sample)

«There were not in that services

We were literally claiming homeless people off the streets

Who have frozen to death, ah and Detroit it was a theme out of depression»

This is why I’m the streets, crack concrete

Misguided fleets broke your home, stars outta reach

I was taught to civilize, teach, dip on the beach

Ganja up plots to get paid in the lease

Moms painted pictures, tainted, many resting in peace

Feeling flagrant, AIDS patient sleeping resting and deceased

Get them tabernacles, blood sucked to pour like a leech

Watch out for them thieves running up on the creep

Mentality is don’t give a fuck grim reap

Is a lot going on so it’s hard to get sleep

Keep my thoro conversation for them kids trying to peep

Got to move off the radar, won’t detect my bleed

Black widows have his hood rats burn like Chilly Peppers

Woody wood pecker, I’m for the cream, watching cheddars

The papers change, hustlers, ballers, players, pursuit

Piffling the L I Q, special brew

Double stew got us fiend out like bottles loot

Those who were chosen choosing themselves, only a few

Minimum wage, kids barely making the grade

Never mind the education, brother go and get paid

Emcees is herd up, wrong battles get murked up

Tsunami strike, tidal waves, niggas its surf up

Sav Killz mothafuckas, don’t let me work up

Streets is my home, 85ers get served up

(Movie Sample)

«What am I suppose to do?

A fool rolls up and tries to smoke me

I’m a shit the mothafucka if he don’t kill me first.»

«You're doing exact what they want you to do

You have to think young brother about your future.»