Текст песни East Streets

I’d love to return to these dark streets I’d love to return to these dark streets My poetry 2000 My, my poetry 2000 Even if I’ll go, even if I’ll go away From my roots Even if I’ll go, even if I’ll go away From my roots No place will ever taste the same again No place will ever taste the same again A lonely boy from neighbourhood Be waitin’ for, be waitin’ for American dream West on TV Eminem be like God Eminem be like God Boy, boy wanna find his rap style But East streets smell different Boy, boy wanna find his rap style But East streets smell different Old minds are afraid of change My backyard looks like Christmas market My backyard looks like Christmas market My backyard looks like Christmas market My backyard looks like Christmas market My backyard looks like Christmas market I’d love to return to these dark streets, dark streets I’d love to return to these dark streets, dark streets I’d love to return to these dark streets, dark streets I’d love to return to these dark streets, dark streets Dark streets, dark streets, dark streets, dark streets