Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’ (Lyrics | Audio)

Lyrics “Street Livin’ ” by Black Eyed Peas

Street livin’, caught in the trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons

Street n*ggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missiles
Crips and Bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Colombian drugs in

Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to hell
The teachers in my neighborhood can hardly spell
And compare to them, prison guards get paid well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale

So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be

Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare in every Martin Luther King
And privatized prisons are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game

And racists no longer have to be racist
‘Cause n*ggas kill more n*ggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
n*ggas killing n*ggas like they Ku Klux Klan

I understand what’s a n*gga to choose
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a n*gga to do
No education in the hood got a n*gga confused

Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion

Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large

You’re guilty until you prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume your temperament
Will be vigilant and they call you militant

And you’ll get shot and they’ll say the incident
Is ’cause you’re belligerent, what a coincidence
Born and bred but you’re still an immigrant
And if you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

There’s more n*ggas in the prisons
Than there ever were slaves cotton picking
There’s more n*ggas that’s rotting in the prisons
Than there ever were slaves cotton picking

So, how we gon’ get up out the trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot

Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make the breakin’ news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
N*ggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes

Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke ’cause the streets are broke
And now they wanna take away our dreams and hopes

Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics

Street livin’, what’s your position
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get f*cked by the system
Or you can say.. f*ck the system…

➤ Album: Masters of the Sun
Produced by Keith Harris & ​
The Black Eyed Peas 2018

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