Streets & Prayers Lyrics

Grew up in the city, life wasn't pretty

Hustling on corners, my crew and fifty

Cold nights, bright lights, dreams of the dough

Rivals shooting shots, evading five-oh

Hunger in my belly, ambition in my veins

Concrete jungle, feeling the chains

Momma tried to warn me, said there's more out there

But all I ever knew was this life of despair

Lost in these streets, heavy burdens I wear

Every night I lay down, whispering a prayer

Lord, if the streets take me 'fore the dawn's break

Keep my soul, for these mistakes I did make

Seen my brothers fall, seen them rise again

Loyalty's the code, till the very end

Gangsta's paradise, where we write the rules

Cash, power, respect; that's the hustle's tools

Dealing with the deals, trying not to get caught

Chasing paper, evading the thoughts

Of a life lost, or a soul sold

But in the game's grip, man, it's a hard hold

Lost in these streets, dreams turning to nightmares

Eyes to the sky, hoping someone up there cares

Lord, if this night's the last I partake

Guide my spirit, my soul please take

Tales of the hood, not just sorrow and pain

Moments of joy, love, and gain

But the shadows lurk, the danger's real

Every hustler knows, that cold steel feel

Diamonds and gold, symbols of the grind

Every step I take, legacy I leave behind

Trust's a luxury, betrayal's cheap

In the world of the wolves, gotta play for keeps

But in quiet moments, I reflect on the cost

All the lives lost, all the souls tossed

To the wind, but I hope for redemption

A street hustler's confession, no pretension

Lost in the hustle, surrounded by warfare

Eyes closed tight, as I say my street prayer

Lord, when the sirens sing, and the lights fade

Remember my heart, not just the path I played

In this urban saga, dreams and despair

All I ask Lord, is that you hear my prayer

From these asphalt veins, to the throne up high

Hear the cries of a gangsta, as I touch the sky