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Streetlife
Terry Lynn
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No more slum life
Born in the ghetto pon the banks
Five a we huddle a we cuddle inna the one room ranch
Haffi seek fi food like the ants
So we hang out inna the street like a lizard pon a branch
Have something to say, I'm gonna say it once
I'm waiting for my day, that day to take my chance
So when I work him him a pay me overtime, me advance
I'm tired of being a victim of the circumstance
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Remembering the days of dry bread without butter
Out in the streets I see friends, I see foes
I see life comes, I see life goes
People prey people like vultures and crows
Gunshot a beat like the north wind that blows
I've been through all of them woes
So the street lifestyle is no bed of rose
Who feels it knows, don't ask 'cause it shows
To be a gyal is so, it's not what I chose
Don't you think me want one of them big house we bash to
Drink champagne with my spouse and a splash too
Don't get red eye for the things weh me buy
With me platinum card and me cash too
Wow, big on my Jeep inna my parking lot too
Fenty on TV screen with a flat too
Mama don't cry if I live or I die
I really have to do what I got to, had to, had to
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Remembering the days of dry bread without butter
Still I gwan trod it inna me one piece a suit, yeah
Still I gwan walk it inna me lean piece a boot, yeah
When it get sticky me haffi trod it like motor
Life is a school and the street is my tutor
If I was a boy I woulda be a top shooter
Still I hold me joy, me nah go turn no prostitute, yeah
Know me haffi make it so me trod into the future
'Cause I have a dream like the great Martin Luther
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Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Girl from the streets, from the gully, from the gutter
Remembering the days of dry bread without butter
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You gotta eat, you gotta live
So definitely, that's a system, that's street life
You understand me?
And just it's about going out there
Surpassing the dangers of the street
And just living it up
Get by, overcome, be victorious
So, you know, that's it
That's street life
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