Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Antoine Sist
Songwriter:in
Flask
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Yeah
My homies on the streets
Rapping to them beats; this is for you
Yeah
Set-up
Metaphor
Punchline
Sunshine
Peel back the curtains
Like Gold Cinema recline time
King Los is dishing up
An ancient hip-hop manuscript
When I start to see
Homeless teens
Rapping on the strip
Down near the clubs
And the strip joints
'Round the corner
Behind the public toilet
I should have warned ya
They've got their boom-bap
Plugged into the socket
And if you heard them spit live
You'd be thinking they've got it
Like a salmon swimming upstream
They stay determined
Sleeping rough is fucked
You hear the words
No sermon
Just some real
True energy
Emanating selflessly
Not hopelessly
But hopefully
The end of the stream
Will set them free
Literally one chance to make it
But nowhere to go backwards
Yo
Let's face it
For every fucked-up kid
Who makes it out of there
Another thousand
Look to the skies and stare
"Biggie got out of there;
I can do it too"
Dream for the top
That's what us humans do
Stay humble
But aim to
Rumble in the jungle
Ali the fucked-up world you're in
Rope-a-dope the trouble yo
Another hundred of these kids
Go by
And I'm hoping with everything
That I see them fly
'Cause rap raised me up
Taught me how to fight
I'm sure these kids
Would have no hope
Without the mic
But they're out on the streets
Boastful and honorary
Gritting their teeth
They're flowing social commentary
If you wanna find
Some true poetry in motion
Lend them your ear
You'll wind up
Hopelessly devoted
But they're out on the streets
Boastful and honorary
Gritting their teeth
They're flowing social commentary
If you wanna find
Some true poetry in motion
Lend them your ear
You'll wind up
Hopelessly devoted
Written by: David Antoine Sist, Flask
