Life In The Streets [feat. Prince Ital Joe] Songtext

Marky Mark intro: Ha, yeah. I know what you're all thinking That this is some old Janet Jackson type of shit but it ain't about that This is the real, the street life trouble Yo, I grew up rough in the streets of Boston, Massachusetts Lived real ruthless, a wild kid, out to get a bid Did some shit that I never shoulda did But he payed da price, lived real trife Ruined his life, and lived by the knife.... Had ta learn da hard way..but some day u gotta pay so wat da hell.. Prince Ital Joe: Life in the streets ain't easy All I see is pain and misery I kneel and pray for the betrayed Strength and protection to survive in the society This is the life in the streets And that's how we live it Marky Mark: Hard and mean at sixteen, livin' like a beam, theme Out scheming for the green Quick to kill, I gets ill, I make ya blood spill I cut ya throat for your goose-down coat Cuz statistic show that kids with no dough ain't got no chance, got nowhere to go That's why life on the streets is like a trifular beat It'll echo in ya head till you're dead on the concrete Prince Ital Joe: Life in the streets is a mystery Don't know my friends from my enemies Up to lot, could be trouble But I'll hold tight and I will never never give up the fight (Chorus) This one is dedicated to all the homeless people to every youth that's growin' up on the streets You know, we're living for a dream one day that there'll be no more homeless people in the world Life in the streets is not easy