RodKnee

The streets can be dangerous, they can whip up a storm
A situation can heat up and lead to serious harm
But just like that they can be settled back to calm
all it takes it a gunshot and a bullet to somebodys arm
Then all that can be heard is a police car alarm
Niggaz scatter quick when them shots pop off
hell you still run away even if your legs half blown off
dont stick around and wait for them police to arrive
Hide the gun, hide the knife and fuck off in to the night
No-one wanna be caught and sent to the pen
No-one wanna drop down an give someone else ten
So be the sergent and not the cadet
make sure to Make yourself the best kept
secret on the block from the police.
When shots are goin off, you know this shit serious

The Sequel to the streets is the Cells
For some its a savior, to others, its hell
Some dudes lose they sanity, an its they mind that cant be found
Its like they lose belief in Gravity and cant keep they feet on solid ground
The real men pull through and walk out the other side
But walk out back to the streets and start cocking a nine
before they no where they are, the bullets are flyin
People hit the floor and the police cars arrive
He gets his arms tied up, he's taken away and tossed back inside
This time its his turn to lose this fucking mind
The only way he knows to live, lands him straight back in Jail
This is no way to live man, This shit is way off the Rails.

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