me up to Future Street Nothing is complete, but we're all together Come on follow me up to Future Street It will be complete, up on Future Street Come on follow me up to Future Street
day we'll all make it And walk around naked with our bollocks platinumed and plated Anyway I'm off track Gotta stop that And get back to the high street
can one man do (Chorus) See the pages as they turn Never will the children learn Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron Never will the pages turn The
know he gonna throw up Tryin' to make crack sales What it look like? The future for a black male Don't want to make my momma cry On a front page for a
friends to Family If I could turn back the hands There would be some things I'd change about me I know that my past is not what my future holds Where
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try to tell us what to think If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink, yea History's page, it is thusly carved in stone The future's here, we are
, I wanna say rest in peace, for children murdered on U.K. streets when a country wages a war there's a war going on in our very own streets And I say
well Babies raised through the glass Bullets at the border, war games take a stab Coordinate who can pass like a paper bag Minutes on an internet porn page
, how he holds the mold It's so fragile knowin' that this little soul is agile Meanwhile deep in his thoughts Is how do I protect it from the streets
sell it Who need it, who need it? I can sell it, I can sell it I got a gold mouthpiece I can sell it, I can sell it Holla at me in the streets I can
made it known Nothin' to pick up the gage Explotion blow Contest not the Fith Dawg Never they know Check out my future From the second league They take out the streets
A hollow heart and empty head make the streets run red a careless desire leaves a child a future of fire but you don't care how could you care Blind
your feet, you can?t compete I got my hydrants parked on every street I?m federal nigga, son of sun, come close and feel the heat I am the streets, the
inner city subways To immortalise their ignorance with aerosol spray cans. Life is the lesson - History our tutor Learn from the past - preserve us a future
the fuck is you Sick a you Community hoesis Who posin as moses In street clothist Who be the closest who blows it Every ryme be for the future of mankind
we'll all make it And walk around naked with our bullocks platinum plated Anyway, I'm off track gotta stop that And get back to the high street, I need
and 12th street I wear a swingin' mini dress That I made for myself From mama's kitchen curtains and old bed sheets I've got 17 pages Of Top Value stamps