magazine street

life on magazine street

i was the oldest brother of four

doing whatever i had to do to survive

i'm not sayin' what i did was alright

tryin' to break outta the ghetto was a day-to-day fight

been down so long

gettin' up didn't cross my mind

i knew there was a better way of life and i was just tryin' to find

you don't know what you'll do until you're put under pressure

across magazine street was a hell of a tester

it's many in the slums

killers

hookers

and bums

sleepin' in the parks

homeless people pushin' they shoppin' carts

she used to be thick

but now she sucked up

on that glass dick

lost her butt

home invasions and robbers

master lock kick-doe stoppers

dice game crackin'

burpin'

rivals slide through

get to squirtin'

bust back

get off

protect yourself at all cost

here come the po-po

the cherries

they swarm

be quiet

it's body cameras on they uniforms

and i ain't tryin' to go back

i'm reformed

got jesus christ tatted on my arm

if you ain't got haters

you ain't doin' enough

my people be jealous

they hella envious

mayhem and drama

it's sick out here

teenagers'll jump yo' mama

sucka shit to the fullest

by far

they'll record you and holler out: worldstar!"