DIVINE - VOICE OF THE STREETS (2013)

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LYRICS-
i was raised in the gutta ..raised by a single mother
dont fuck with my money i know what is hunger
friends switching like numbers my third eye open
till i see my maker imma ride till the road ends
everybody dies but not everybody lives
a lotta them to take but not everybody give
life goes on man it is what it is
and i hit where it hurts boy dont fuck with the kid
im a soldier my hearts turned colder
dark thoughts runin my minds never sober
i told ya nothin but God is love
tryna get out this dirt fore i turn to dust
got this game on lock boy cobra clutch
fuck around i leave you red like the local bus
flow is heroine cocaine vocal touch
yes u know the team but you dont roll with us

Hook

Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
lighters up im the voice of the streets
you could take away my soul put me to sleep
alleluia only truth i will seek
voice of the streets till they put me beneath

nah little homie you really wouldnt walk this plank
you get lifted then dumped like some garbage cans
choke this glands if he try stunts like jackie chan
all day we out here like trafic jam
never sliippin fam my click rolls proper
slumdogs we even made it to the oscars
59 we them boys from the knakas
im sick from the land of the doctors
fuck rap boy we really live this shit
i break bread with the same boys i get hungry with
money , whips , hungry kids
life is a funny bitch
money switch best friends to enemies
when i die i hope they remember me
pretty boy ridin wild in these ugly streets


BEAT PRODUCED BY- LaNightmareRecord Sampled from -Bruno Coulais-Les choristes