Streets
Mr. 704 Lyrics

I could be somewhere in the cold
I could be living in a place where there is no warmth or comfort.

Where dreams come and go
Where opportunities are fleeting and never come to fruition.

Out there in the streets with no hope
Living in the streets with no prospects or optimism for the future.

Or a place where they know
A place where people are aware of the dangers.

Not to trust
Not trusting other people because they might take advantage or harm them.

What good would that be
Why live in a place where trust is scarce?

And they know
People living in such a place are aware of the circumstances.

Not to love
Fearing that loving someone would make them vulnerable.

What good would that be
Why live in a place where love is non-existent?

Would you like me if I had a gun
If I were to carry a deadly weapon, would you still accept me?

Dodging cops always on the run now
Trying to avoid law enforcement and constantly being on the move.

Getting caught up over petty drama
Being involved in unnecessary or insignificant conflicts.

Selling drugs to somebody's momma
Engaging in illicit drug trade and potentially contributing to the harm of families.

These streets ain't so pretty
Living in the streets can be harsh and unforgiving.

I swear everything that glitters ain't gold
Things that appear attractive or valuable may actually be harmful or deceptive.

I've been loving these streets but I don't wanna love these streets no more
Despite the initial appeal of living in the streets, the artist is now hoping to leave that life behind.

They know nothing
People who haven't experienced the violence and danger of the streets are oblivious to the reality.

About bullet holes and that silence, they don't wanna know
People who haven't seen the harm and devastation caused by gun violence don't want to acknowledge it.

Looking at that judge
Being judged by the legal system which can lead to severe consequences.

Thinking that he got you this time
Believing that the judgment is inevitable and that there is no escape.

Talking to your loved ones through a window
Communicating with family and friends from behind bars in prison.

Days, hours, minutes winding down real slow, real slow
Serving time in prison can feel like time is standing still.

I can't sign out
Being unable to leave the dangerous lifestyle behind due to financial or social constraints.

Get pulled back when I climb out
Even when trying to leave, the artist is continuously drawn back to the streets.

It won't let me go
Being trapped in a cycle of violence and poverty.

Took me long enough to find out that time out just saved my soul, just saved my soul
Taking a break from the streets allowed the artist to reevaluate their life and realize that it was destroying their soul.

I remember all the pain that the game caused me
Reflecting on the hurt and trauma that the streets have caused.

I remember falling down, falling down to my knees
Feeling defeated and hopeless after experiencing adversity in the streets.

Praying I won't be the next one, to fall to these streets
Hoping to avoid the fate of those who have been harmed or killed in the streets.