street hope

drowning in debt but I still rich roll in my old benz
Ive got money for rims but what about today's rent?
robbing fiends after midnight for their vaccine
take his habit money, now im rich in amphetamines
im Charlie Sheen but who am i to stay awake and dream
when all we've ever done is stay looking for a sheme
getting money by any means is the highest of mottos
staying below sea level is the hardest to swallow
the watts street life not too many really understand
even the most hopeful find it ever so hard to expand
in the lying church for years we had hopes in
thats no longer the case, we hang by a rope
they criticize my path like im some kind of crook
dont they know i live life dangling from a good book
hipocracy knows our names very well, we're intimate
listen to the zinc plated steel we use to survive spring
silver spoons stolen from a crime scene so obscene
the only thing left to do is kneel and stage the pray
so where is the hope? sleeping next to tonight's prey


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