Life in the Streets - Prince Ital Joe, Marky Mark

Marky Mark intro:

Ha, yeah.

I know what you’re all thinking

That this is some old Janet Jackson type of @#!

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 #@!

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

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