we're all chasing the fast life
the fast money, get rich schemes
street children.
not having no degree
the i want it i'm gonna take it fuck working for it because i need it
.stealing lying and deceiving
nothing to look forward to just another day for an even longer struggle
forget working for the man to make a dollar
hustling getting chump change;
have nothing to show for it but vague memories of the high and buzz it got you.
putting aside foolish things we once deemed valuable
friends, family, relationships
all a gamble no one sticks around in this cold place.
shackles; holding us back from what we could be
sleeping potential just rotting away in a jail cell
wanna leave but never follow through
grown used to the easy way out
consequences go out the windows
for we are not the children of tomorrow
when the streets is our mother
and its not like we don't know we're living wrong
but the streets keep calling our name