The Gold Streets

Sometimes I miss, the way it used to be
when things made sense
and everybody was a G

Paying the rent
the weekends was the scene
the American dream, was in effect
till my later teens

Addicted to females and nicotine
high school was extreme
but I love it
trouble brings

My friends is gankstas
my women was hoe's
send'em on the look out
my haters are exposed
at cook outs

I'm just living my last days
I want peace
though my work is chaotic
when I defeat the grief

Like how many souls, can we save
when I slay the beast
rolling around with his head
in the gold streets

Written By: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)