| Marky Mark intro:
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| Ha, yeah. |
| I know what you’re all thinking
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| That this is some old Janet Jackson type of @#!
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| but it ain’t about that
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| This if the real, the street life trauma
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| Yo, I grew up rough in the streets of Boston, Massachusetts
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| Lived real ruthless, a wild kid, out to get a bid
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| Did some #@! |
| that he never shoulda did
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| Had to learn the hard way
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| that some day you gotta pay
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| So what the hey, I say
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| Prince Ital Joe:
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| Life in the streets ain’t easy
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| All I see is pain and misery
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| I kneel and pray for the betrayed
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| Strength and protection to survive in the society
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| This is the life in the streets
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| And that’s how we live it Marky Mark:
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| Hard and mean at sixteen, livin' like a beam, theme
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| Out scheming for the green
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| Quick to kill, I gets ill, I make ya blood spill
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| I cut ya throat for your goose-down coat
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| 'cause statistic show that kids with no dough
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| ain’t got no chance, got nowhere to go That’s why life on the streets is like a trifular beat
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| It’ll echo in ya head till you’re dead on the concrete
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| Prince Ital Joe:
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| Life in the streets is a mystery
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| Don’t know my friends from my enemies
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| Up to lot, could be trouble
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| But I’ll hold tight and I will never give up the fight
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| This one is dedicated to all the homeless people
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| to every youth that’s growin' up on the streets
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| You know, we’re living for a dream one day
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| that there’ll be no more homeless people in the world
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| Life in the streets is not easy |