I'm from the streets, the real trash bin
Where them boys say they grown but they act like little kids
People running from the cops, chasing dividends
Say they'll die for the set, turn around and burn their friends
Telling lies to detectives, caught up in the system
Calling it defective, living life like we the victims
Spitting venom, like can't nobody check me
I wish somebody would back up, don't ever disrespect me
Everybody pack heat, swear they down to kill
Bodies leaked from the hate, did it for the thrill
Motivation, hood fame, or some dollar bills
Fantasies, homie, you don't even know what's real
I was deep up in the woods, I was deep up in the woods
In the jungle, Jesus pulled me out
Bringing water to the homies who live in the drought
Shouting to them from the rooftops, word of mouth
Doing work, putting work, Jesus pulled them out
It's times like these, we're out of our control
We die in the streets like ain't nobody knows
It's times like these, we're out of our control
We die in the streets like ain't nobody knows
I ain't know
Lord forgive me for my thoughts, I'm a troubled man
I grew up hating all these cops, couldn't understand
How they can sit around and watch while we suffering
I never really had my pops, all I had was friends
And all I seen in my streets was some drug dealings
My little homie had a dream, then the slug killed him
I wonder if there's ever peace, when's enough killings
I made a promise not to leave, guess we love different
And all these years in the jail made me wonder why
Why they ain't never seen no hellfire
We was left to die, I know it's bigger than myself
Gotta strategize, I hope they feeling what I felt
There's nothing left to cry, there's nothing left to give
I pray that God exists, cause if we don't we're all alone
Pray that God forgives, cause if he won't we're on our own
Gotta die to live, I hope you never walk this road
That's my dying wish
It's times like these, we're out of our control
We die in the streets like ain't nobody knows
It's times like these, we're out of our control
We die in the streets like ain't nobody knows
Game recognize game, ain't enough fool recognize the game
For the game recognize you, code game
Whether speed, hop or cocaine, explosive like propane
They play you like Coltrane, slow lane, mind blown like Cobain
Pro-wings to hold things, master this domain
It's profane, and it leads to death
Pro-wings to hold things, master this domain
Cunning cats, cutthroat, and they known for flesh
And when they smoke, no shorts in the streets
It's tell the cops come, holding court in the streets
Cats claim they solid, melt quicker than ice cream
We live in a fallen world, and even the vice scheme
Copped by the COVID, caught him snitching on livestream
Ultra high def, live on the widescreen
Enemy on the prowl, trying to push us to pipe dreams
Come to Christ now, every sin can be wiped clean
It's times like these, we're out of our control
We die in the streets like ain't nobody know
It's times like these, we're out of our control
We die in the streets like ain't nobody know