Streets of New York

Uh
Yo, yo

He's a pro when it comes to this (When it comes to this)
That rubber grip gunner spit fire
No aim, he shooting from the hip (Hip)
He got blunts and spliffs (Yeah)
There ain't nothing that son'll make
On the run and get every crumb and trick
Got the patrol route memorized
Even cops in disguise
He know 'em by the look in his eyes (I see it)
Got some friends to ride (Fools)
And they don't wanna send a dime
Long as he get 'em girls and get 'em high
Poverty's gotta leave (Yeah)
That's his honored creed (Yeah)
Cool persona going through drama behind the scenes (Yeah)
But he's gotta eat (That's right)
So he gambles with honored thieves (Yeah)
Get on the ave and hustle Obama tees (Yeah)
No dining room etiquette (Etiquette?)
Nah, he'll eat a snack box
While he grinding through better yet
There ain't no time 'cause Biggie said it best (Uh)
Gotta keep a leash on your fiends
You gotta keep that debt in check (Uh)
But what dude is (Is)
Unaware is that he'll soon end
Federal agents watching his movements
High definition zoom lens (Uh)
SWAT ready to swoop in
Years in the Bay, the system will lose him (Huh?)
Open my eyes and it fades away (Insufficient)
My mission is to find him and introduce him to saving grace (Grace)
Still on my knees I bow to following Jesus now (Yeah)
Grab my Bible and iPod and leave the house

You see the skyline and tall buildings (Buildings)
But do you see the small children? (Say your test out, test out, man)
You see the fashion and flashing lights (Lights)
But what about the afterlife? (What about when the smoke is gone?)
It's nothing like all the videos played (Played)
There's tons that they really don't say (Say, pull my mail back)
This is our mission field to see and repent and heal
Wherever we're sent we still

Listen, listen
We up in Harlem, Harlem, Apollo, Sardine
Home of the concrete jungles, no gardens (Gardens)
Some of us are old school, most of us modern (Modern)
NY's grimy, I beg your pardon
Everywhere that Jesus is, you could call it holy ground
Tennessee, Arkansas, Mississippi, Chi-Town
Get your, get your life right, back, back on track
Before you need a coffin and a hearse black Cadillac
Follow, follow, follow me and sneak peek these streets
A hundred thousand corner stores, undercover Ds creep
Drug dealers, liquor shops, hooligans, liquor shots (Aw, man)
If you ain't got that man's money he'll split your top (Man)
Good Lord, come rescue my community
Destroy the mentality of pressing us to never win (Come on)
Screw face, metal chin, tough walk, ghetto grin
Tuck with a slurred life lived from heroin
You probably wonder where the church is at
And why they ain't affected where the guns go
Instead of bringing the Redeemer where them things blast
We up in the church busy peeking through the stained glass
It sounds funny but it's really not
If we don't bring repentance and remission they gon' peel the block
If we don't advertise agape where them bangers bust
We gon' waste another generation like Angel Dust

You see the skyline and tall buildings (Buildings)
But do you see the small children? (Lord, save our, save our)
You see the fashion and flashing lights (Lights)
But what about the afterlife? (Where you gonna spend that?)
It's nothing like all the videos played (Played)
There's tons that they really don't say (Show the outtakes)
This is our mission field to see and repent and heal
Wherever we're sent we still

So we move when God move (Yeah)
We running through marshals to make sure Macy's are two or threes
Like carpools, running the hard dues
Large room and arms too
They try to sleep on us but they can't like we Barstow
The streets are hyper bro, crazy how the cycle goes
Christians who were saved, falling off like Michael's nose
It's a daily walk, Jesus at the starting line
Take your time, finish strong, sorta like the march of time
Our city is crying, they really want hell
Wounded souls, we in Job 24:12
So as much as we feel disgusted and want His justice
We trust in our God's sovereignty, Him we uplift
All praise to the only One who sits above
Magnify, testify, rest and try His love
It's never easy, living holy is a fight (Man)
As long as when it's done, the Lord's sitting at your right hand

You see the skyline and tall buildings (Buildings)
But do you see the small children? (Lord, save our, save our)
You see the fashion and flashing lights (Lights)
But what about the afterlife? (Will they be right there?)
It's nothing like all the videos played (Played)
There's tons that they really don't say (But we want the truth)
This is our mission field to see and repent and heal
Wherever we're sent we still (We still with you, Jesus)

This really ain't a New York City track
In any city, it may seem like the wicked thrive
But the Lord shall be magnified
We still with you, Jesus
Yeah