Streets don't care

I seen a kid die over colors that he ain’t even pick Seen a mother cry so long she forgot how to blink All for a strip, all for a name on a map But the grave don’t care ‘bout your set or your strap Seen kids lose they childhood, forced to adapt Turn trauma to anger, then wear it like tats Candlelight vigils, RIP on the tees Same corner next week, same cycle repeat OGs preach wisdom, but the youth don’t listen Chasin’ that fast money, caught up in the vision Poles in they backpack, heart full of vengeance Thinkin’ bout death way more than attendance School bell ring but the streets got a louder call They say can’t get nowhere without money to ball Jail cells or caskets, the options is slim Mama prayin’ nightly, hopin’ God cover him Friends turn to memories, memories to pain Everybody say “stay solid,” but nobody explain How to heal in a place that reward you for hurt Where the realest get buried and the fake make it first [Hook] They say the streets don’t love you, they just use you up Same block make you famous or they shoot you up Streets keep talkin’, tryna pull us back in If I don’t make it out, just remember where I been [Verse] Seen brothers turn killers just to earn they respect Caught a body at sixteen, now he live with regret Judge gave him life, now his mama livin’ stressed Still sendin’ money for the books and his debts Another father missin’, now the cycle repeat His Little man learn survival before he learn peace Taught to stand on business, but never taught how to grieve So he bottle up his anger, not wearing his heart on his sleeve Youngins idolize the dealers with the foreigns and chains Don’t see the nightmares or the addicts in pain Don’t see the raids at dawn, mamas cryin’ in robes Or the brothers doin’ decades never makin’ it home And the system built crooked, still we stuck in the maze Tryna fight temptation while surrounded by rage I done seen good hearts turn numb from survival Turn dreams into smoke from a moment of violence If the streets was a person, they’d be blood on they hands Cause they promise you a future, then destroy all your plans [Hook] They say the streets don’t love you, they just use you up Same block make you famous or they shoot you up Streets keep talkin’, tryna pull us back in If I don’t make it out, just remember where I been