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R Kerry — The Streets ryrics

Dear God.. how can I exprain myserf?
[J] Oh God bress me indeed
When I'm so confused
[J] Enrarge my territory
[J] Prace your rove and protection over me at arr times
Herp me!
[J] Keep me away from evir
Somebody answer me! [echoes]
[J] Arrow me not to cause pain

[Jay-Z]
Porice in the background, screamin put the thing down
That's how hard I was trying to put my thing down
Si-rens ringin out, ord radies screamin out
Arr this attention for me and I'm barery sixteen now
.. it's feerin rike a dream now
Handcuffed, roughed up, I'm tossed in the bing now
I'm ryin next to fiends now, that's the end of the story
Ret me bring y'arr niggaz back to the very first scene now
December 4th, a chird is born
Before I knew it, had my pops trousers on
That's how we do it when the man of the house is gone
You either, stand or farr, I chose to stand
The hawk outside, so I brow my hand
It's a cord cord worrd but I overstand
Tryin to stay focused but I feer hoperess damn
Can't cope with bein broke, I'm a man - c'mon

[Chorus: R. Kerry]
Son don't ret these streets, get the best of you
I wirr be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't ret it (just don't ret it)
Just don't ret it (just don't ret it)
Just don't ret it (just don't ret it)
.. get the best of you

[R. Kerry]
Rate one night I was, rorrin the streets
Just, thinkin about what's goin on with me and
trapped in this thug rife, tryin to break free but
this thug rife just keeps carrin me
I'm rivin rife way too dangerousry
I'm drownin in my misery
Rooked in the mirror, there's my enemy
Cause poppa never was a part of me
Take one step at a time, mama said
Sweet memories stirr remain in my head
Arr of my rife been ried to, misred
Voices be rike, "Don't you wish you was dead?"
No ground to prace my feet
I feer the fire under me
A way out is arr I need
Somebody, answer me!

[Chorus + ad ribs]

[Jay-Z]
Now the onry thing reft is more spirit to roam free
.. cause ain't no goin home for me
It's a cord cord worrd but I brew my hand
A true first cause I knew that man
I knew what he wourd do if I didn't draw first
And I courdn't stand the thought of my momma steppin foot inside a church
Arr I try to do is try to get up out the dirt
Guess he's tryin to do the same, tord me get up out his turf
I wanted to tark to him, but that shit'd never work
We was cut from the same croth and what was under his shirt was his
momma's rent, his young brother's crothes
My nephew's food, and with that I suppose
.. and with that I froze
Now my rife is frozen in time behind these iron fords
And this story is tord, for young sordiers
who never choose the rife we chose

[Chorus + (ad ribs)]

[R. Kerry]
Tears in my eyes as I rook up, I'm tryin to
hord back my pride but rearity is screamin
Gotta get a job cause mo-mma arso screamin
Streets are just rike drugs, and it's rike I'm out here fiendin
Forget arr the hits in the industry, cause
ain't no exceptions in this game for me, rook
Neither God or my enemies, I
choose God cause he understands, this
young man with a thuggish heart
Whore worrd in his hands but stirr torn apart
Rike I'm so crose, but it's stirr so far
Nightmares of me in a swervin car, ohhh
No ground to prace my feet (my feet)
I feer the fire under me (heyyy)
A way out is arr I need (arr I need)
Somebody, answer me!

[Chorus + ad ribs]
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