These streets ain’t a home

What’s life without some consequences

I’ve known some brodies who went down for drugs in their possession

Could never fit the shoe until I’ve learned to switch perspectives

Empathizing with em cuz I made the right connections

No night and day or black and white cuz that’s just how it is

Working through the motions just to finally feel what power is

Money in your pockets full stomach on some cocky shit

Until a curveball hits, then it’s u who turns to stupid shit

Just to try and help u feel the high

Cuz even through the lows, u need that power steer to drive

Pot holes in the road u never know which til it’s yo time

Sentenced never finished cuz my limits more than 85

Guess that’s why I speed through every sign before I see where I’m going

And hit the gas so I could feel like I’m floating

Instead of feeling so hopeless

My homie told me bout this life in that moment

I contemplated how It always turns to ash when the smoke ends, and asked myself if life is measured in moments

i just got to know

where this path will go

feeling so alone cuz i know

that these streets ain’t a home

and if this all it is then where’s the fun in that?

gave my all to people and got nothing back

fuck is that?

how they gonna talk about me like they know my heart or when i’m coming at

barely know myself but i still come with that

bottom of my soul then put it all in these words

crafted a verse to fly to places unheard

cuz i’ve seen faces disturbed

from taking turns to the worst possible outcomes so how come

they talkin bout mac like they dont know malcom (damn)

don’t know whether to be afraid or ashamed

couldn’t tell by looking at my reflection am i the same?

legends never die, know they’re names still engraved

in the music, I play it back to reminisce on good days

growing up, thinking then, in the future we’ll be ok

fast forward 2020 and shit will still be the same

different frames picturing packing up to hop on a plane

fly away trying to build something better

Weather the rain if i crash I just return to my sender

i just got to know

where this path will go

feeling so alone

cuz i know

that this streets ain’t a home

so many different walkways, step on soiled ground, watch the vision in your heart stained

Homies i had before, had some motives, we had to part ways

thats why i couldn’t trust cuz i had to learn that the hard way

smart play, going round telling people its my fault

i only sever strings if somebody’s pulling on mine wrong and times gone by

before u know it in the blink of an eye

like pullin uey’s going 105 thats how u know ur alive

I let that bullshit slide but I won’t ever forget, it goes both ways if we talking respect

i just got to know

where this path will go

feeling so alone

cuz i know

that this streets ain’t a home