Streets 歌词

Propaganda time, truth so hard to find Agents of Destruction corrupting the youths them mind Evening news, Evening Blues You just can't win, No matter what you chose When the Streets Speak You know you will be bawling if its your name they're calling When the streets call your name Might be destruction or pain, Fortune or your fame Who gave the orders to shoot? Couldn't I them want to recruit Them want to blame it all on ghetto youths My liberty cannot be uprooted Some know the truth but them not going talk Want to know the face behind the question mark Picheri afraid of the chicken hawk Babylon be still When the Streets Speak You know you will be bawling if its your name they're calling When the streets call your name Might be destruction or pain, Fortune or your fame See no evil hear no evil Smile a while but don't trust all people They're the ones who going to let you down You are the ones who can hold your ground More you listen the more you learn Romp with fir e and you skin going burn What you gonna do when the tables turn? You can't run away