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    Street livin', caught in a trap
    Guns or books, sell crack or rap
    Be like kings or be like pawns
    They called us coons, now they call us cons
    Street niggas be packing pistols
    Terrorists be blasting missles
    Crips and bloods and retail thugs
    CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
    Don't push me cause I'm close to hell
    The dudes in my neighbourhood got all the spell
    And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
    Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
    So, forget about the statue of General Lee
    Because the status of blacks are generally
    Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
    Systematically, that's how they made it to be
    Listen, they derailed the soul train
    And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
    And private complexes are owned by the same
    Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
    And racists no longer have to be racist
    Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KK did
    Now, every time I hear a new def jam
    Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
    I understand what's a nigga to choose?
    Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
    I get it, what's a nigga to do?
    No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

    Street livin', tough conditions
    Brainwashed by the television
    We lost in the war we live in
    Double cross love lost no religion
    Street livin', oh my gosh
    Another brother got shot by the searg'
    Another cop got off with no charge
    If you black in the hood, you at large

    You're guilty until we prove you're innocent
    If you're ivory, they treat you different
    If you're ebony, they assume you're temperament
    Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
    You'll get shot, and they'll say the incident
    Is because you're beligerent
    What a coincidence?
    Wanna brag, but you're still an immigrant
    If you ain't dead, you can see imprisonment

    It's more niggas in the prisons
    Than there ever slaves cotton picking
    There's more niggas that's rotting in the prisons
    Than there ever slaves cotton picking
    So, how we gon' get out the trap?
    Guns or books, sell crack or rap
    Street livin', hustle or hoops
    Guns or books, get shot or shoot

    Street livin', ain't no rules
    Break the law, make or break the news
    The life you choose could be the life you lose
    Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes

    Street livin', ain't no joke
    It's a cold world, better bring your coat
    Revoke cause the streets are broke
    And now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes

    Street livin', no economics
    No way out of the Reaganomics
    Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
    No comprende, we speak ebonics

    Street livin', what's your position?
    You can take action or take a dick
    Listen, you can get fucked by the system
    Or you can say fuck the system

    Letra enviada por Suzanne Castro Nunes
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