Streets
Alborosie feat. Ky-Mani Marley Lyrics


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No time for rampin′, no
Streets of loneliness, empty streets full of stories
Silent, concrete, dust and glory
Glory and tears, bullet shells, mothers fears, cries then cross prayers and angels disappear
Streets like quicksand, is not African Kalahari
JA/KN with dem shout rastafari!
Many knows but nobody never worry
Many felt it but nobody never sorry
It's a judgment national embarrassment over punishment as so proper goverment
On the street we gonna shout all fi will
On the street made a promise is meh standing up still
In this jungle
Inna this a jungle hey!
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There′s no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say!
Streets of faces, strangers, gambling and dime
Streets of colors, songs, words and rhymes
Dirty streets smell like crane fields like pain
That strikes slowly into your skull and brain
Street remind me of myself of my soul
Street remind me of yourself and your world
There′s a street in the back of my mind
That I walk every time I run away from my crimes hey!
In this jungle
Inna this a jungle hey!
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There′s no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y′all dying
Listen what the thugs them say! Lara lara
Lalaralala
Lalalalara
Lara
There's a street
Where poor man sleep
Smiled man cheat
But he sleep with chick
He got robbed on chick
If you dunno fi split a tip
Clock-matic
Shout a lit dem bone like a rabbit
There′s a street
That never exist
Its a gangsta thing, gangsta swing
A soundtrack of a gangsta film
There's a street when your in, no way out
Once you′re in there's no doubt
You never out hey!
In this jungle
Inna this a jungle hey!
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin′
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y′all dying
Listen what the thugs them say!
In this jungle
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin′
No time fi romp no way!




Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say!

Overall Meaning

The song "Streets" by Alborosie feat. Ky-Mani Marley is a powerful commentary on the realities of life on the streets. The lyrics describe the emptiness and loneliness of the streets, as well as the violence and fear that permeate them. The streets are full of stories, both good and bad, and the lyrics suggest that those who live on the streets are constantly fighting to survive against all odds.


The song touches on various themes such as poverty, crime and the struggle for survival. The phrase "no time for rampin'" suggests that there is no room for goofing around or wasting time when you live on the streets. The reference to "bullet shells" and "mothers fears" paint a picture of a violent society where no one is safe. The lyrics also highlight the government's failure to address these issues, referring to it as a "national embarrassment over punishment."


The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "We fight to survive everyday" which further emphasizes the precariousness of life on the streets. The song also speaks to the sense of community that can develop in such places, where strangers become familiar faces and there is a shared sense of struggle.


Line by Line Meaning

No time for rampin′, no
We can't waste time fooling around


Streets of loneliness, empty streets full of stories
The streets are full of sorrow and that every person has their own story


Silent, concrete, dust and glory
The streets carry moments of sadness and moments of pride, all while being silent and lifeless


Glory and tears, bullet shells, mothers fears, cries then cross prayers and angels disappear
The streets hold memories of war, pain, fear, and loss


Streets like quicksand, is not African Kalahari
The streets are like quicksand - hard to get out of - and unlike the African Kalahari desert


JA/KN with dem shout rastafari!
Jamaica and Kingston residents shout Rastafari in support of their religion.


Many knows but nobody never worry
The people know what goes on in the streets, but they don't seem to care about the problems and struggles


Many felt it but nobody never sorry
People have personally experienced the struggles of the streets, yet they feel no remorse or sympathy for others in the same situation


It's a judgment national embarrassment over punishment as so proper goverment
The government's policies and actions towards the streets cause embarrassment and problems instead of providing a solution


On the street we gonna shout all fi will
On the streets, we'll fight with all we've got


On the street made a promise is meh standing up still
On the streets, we make promises and stand by them with unbreakable determination


In this jungle
This street is like being in a jungle, with animals fighting their way to survive


Inna this a jungle hey!
This is like a jungle, see?


We fight to survive
We fight every day to survive the harsh life on the streets


We fight to survive everyday!
Our struggle to survive is an everyday battle


There's no time for rampin'
We can't afford to waste our time and energy on unnecessary activities


No time fi romp no way!
We can't spend our time fooling around or letting our guard down


Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Even one mistake on the streets can lead to grave consequences


Listen what the thugs them say!
We need to listen to what the more experienced people say to survive


Streets of faces, strangers, gambling and dime
The streets are filled with unfamiliar faces and people gambling away their money


Streets of colors, songs, words and rhymes
The streets are not just negative; they also have a vibrant culture of music, art, and poetry


Dirty streets smell like crane fields like pain
The streets have a harsh smell like construction sites, and that reminds of the pain and struggles.


That strikes slowly into your skull and brain
The street's harsh smells slowly seep into your head and become unforgettable memories


Street remind me of myself of my soul
The streets symbolize the pain and harsh reality of life, which relates to the struggles of one's soul


Street remind me of yourself and your world
The streets represent life in general, and they remind you of the harsh realities of the world


There's a street in the back of my mind
There's a memory of the streets that's always at the back of my mind


That I walk every time I run away from my crimes hey!
The memory of the street is something that comes up every time the singer tries to escape from their mistakes


Where poor man sleep
The poorest of people sleep on the streets as they have no other place to go.


Smiled man cheat
The well-dressed and wealthy people may perform unscrupulous activities and deceive others.


But he sleep with chick
He might be sleeping in a nice bed with his partner, but he still has to face harsh realities of life


He got robbed on chick
Despite having a chick, he still experienced the harshness of the street, as he was robbed


If you dunno fi split a tip
If you don't know how to split money or share it fairly, it can lead to problems


Clock-matic
Jamaican slang for a gun


Shout a lit dem bone like a rabbit
A warning shout to scare an enemy in the street with a gun


There's a street That never exist
It's a place in the singer's imagination; there's no street like that in reality


Its a gangsta thing, gangsta swing
Gang culture is present on the streets, and people might swing to its beat


A soundtrack of a gangsta film
The gang culture creates a typical movie-like scenario with its soundtracks


There's a street when your in, no way out
Once you fall into the gang culture, it becomes tough to get out of it


Once you're in there's no doubt, You never out hey!
If someone is involved in the street's activities, then it'll be hard for them to get back to a normal life




Writer(s): Alberto "alborosie" D'ascola, Ky-mani Marley

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No time for rampin', no
Streets of loneliness, empty streets full of stories
Silent, concrete, dust and glory
Glory and tears, bullet shells, mothers fears, cries then cross prayers and angels disappear
Streets like quicksand, is not African Kalahari
JA/KN with dem shout rastafari!
Many knows but nobody never worry
Many felt it but nobody never sorry
It's a judgment national embarrassment over punishment as so proper goverment
On the street we gonna shout all fi will
On the street made a promise is meh standing up still
In this jungle
Inna this a jungle hey!
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say!
Streets of faces, strangers, gambling and dime
Streets of colors, songs, words and rhymes
Dirty streets smell like crane fields like pain
That strikes slowly into your skull and brain
Street remind me of myself of my soul
Street remind me of yourself and your world
There's a street in the back of my mind
That I walk every time I run away from my crimes hey!
In this jungle
Inna this a jungle hey!
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say! Lara lara
Lalaralala
Lalalalara
Lara
There's a street
where poor man sleep
Smiled man cheat
But he sleep with chick
He got robbed on chick
If you dunno fi split a tip
Clock-matic
Shout a lit dem bone like a rabbit
There's a street
That never exist
Its a gangsta thing, gangsta swing
A soundtrack of a gangsta film
There's a street when your in, no way out
Once you're in there's no doubt
You never out hey!
In this jungle
Inna this a jungle hey!
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say!
In this jungle
We fight to survive
We fight to survive everyday!
There's no time for rampin'
No time fi romp no way!
Make one wrong move and y'all dying
Listen what the thugs them say!



All comments from YouTube:

@alanalmeida5797

2021?!

@seline4772

alborosie sei il migliore e colpa tua che amo il reggae

@nana333bbartos3

The voice is the same as Stephen Marley! But (my only Alborosie I love you) Yes family Marley .....

@nokimo6946

With ky mani 🔥😍

@juanooofull

Buen instrumental y buen tema en general

@fyahvibration0109

Streets 💚💛♥️
Albo & Ky Mani Marley 😍

@mosez.509

uomo spacchi tutto

@axelruiz9659

Exlen respetos desde Mexico esta es la musica real

@uraganozaffiiro5886

Grandissimi! un sogno un Feat cosí <3

@bertrandendour3994

du pur reggae

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