These Streets

Praying that you don't run out of luck,
You're running, but the pavement's got ya stuck,
You've been around the block, I know
You got the cuts to show it.

Smoking like a bullet from a gun,
The city got you crushed under its thumb,
You're staring at the clock, I see
Your time is up, you know it.

So write your name in the dust,
Hope they remember you, 'cause

These streets, they're mean,
You gotta fight if you want to eat.
It's blood and bone
The blacktop's got a heart of stone.
They're mean, these streets,
They're gonna try to take you,
Never let 'em break you.

These streets!
These streets!

You've been throwing punches at the wall,
And nothing really makes much sense at all,
Walking like a lonely ghost,
Your number's up, you feel it.

Looking for a streetlight in the dark,
Tryin' to find a rock to make a spark,
Maybe it's the life you chose,
You don't let 'em steal it.

So write your name in the dust,
Hope they remember you, 'cause

These streets, they're mean,
You gotta fight if you want to eat.
It's blood and bone
The blacktop's got a heart of stone.
They're mean, these streets,
They're gonna try to take you,
Never let 'em break you.

These streets!
These streets!

(Ah ah ah ah ah)
Prayin' that you don't run out of luck (luck, luck)
You're runnin', but the pavement's got 'ya stuck (stuck, stuck)
Smoking like a bullet from a gun,
The city got you crushed under its thumb,
You're starin' at the clock, I see,
Your time is up, you know it.

So write your name in the dust,
Hope they remember you, 'cause

These streets, they're mean,
You gotta fight if you want to eat.
It's blood and bone
The blacktop's got a heart of stone.
They're mean, these streets,
They're gonna try to take you,
Never let 'em break you.

These streets!
These streets!

(Ah ah ah ah ah)

These streets!
These streets!