Save The Streets

When the days repeat
When you strain your feet
I just walked a hundred miles for my plate last week
Been awake, can’t sleep
Getting late, I’m tweaking
Don’t do this shit for entertainment tryna chase mah dreams
My mother telling me I’m wasting all the brains I’ve been
Given, take my seat
Get the grades I’ll need
Go be a psychoanalyst or something, save our teens
And that’s a great idea mum but it doesn’t change one thing
These little loud lugging losers wanna take our streets
If they play my beats
Hear the way I speak
Maybe they could be inspired to escape their demons
Put their blades in sheaths
Give up blazing weed
Do something other than the mugging shit and shank aunt jean
I mean at least when I’m recording I can reach large teams
And maybe heave heart strings
And be the change we need
I spot the reason that they’re suffering and hate what I see
So it’s not take it or leave it
It’s a case of achieve it
Or fail at doing what it takes to make the place we staying even safer to be in