Street Life
Zion I Lyrics

Now how many degrees Before you freeze, with a nomadic please As we roam, Zion I trying to find a home In the four-one-five-one o fo' sure It's Martin Luther now you know it
Zion I are struggling to find a home and navigate the harsh realities of life. They reference Martin Luther King Jr. as a reminder to stay focused and fight for what's right even when times are tough.

Don't ask me no questions partner, be the fire starter Used to take Mata, nomadic places with the earths daughter Emerged from the waters straight raging, anger on the street be amazing Shit lingers, like the old soul senders On the corner catching high stares like a sauna You's in Ghana, Whitehouse in Ghana Dark city with the face so pretty Tried to stick me in the 60's but you missed me, missed me Escape break through the space of a break-beat Like an athlete style be organic Causing damage it's hard for folks to manage Sometimes, players passing red wine, red thoughts on Babylon's bedtime Let me tuck you in, blankets full of sin Chasing dollars down the street that you live in, so grim Here's some ground never learn to swim Sun rising on the backstreets of Oakland This is streetlife
Zion I describes their experiences of being a part of the street life. They speak of their struggle to escape an environment of violence and crime, their challenges with money and materialism, their efforts to stay organic and true to themselves, and the harsh reality of what life on the streets can be like.

What?! You get stuck! Buck buck!! Shot to ring out Turned down, life, a cheap Christ, streetlife Mic's, my device in this street life
Zion I describes the violence and danger of street life, where getting shot is a real possibility. They also explore the idea that for some people, street life becomes a kind of religion, something they worship and live for.

I see Darryl on the other side of the grill Where there's paper-chasing in this land to make a meal Also born fossils and bread that is stale While people loote'n'kick it bodies drop, oh well.. It's a place where babies that having babies Well who called the shots??!! (*wait a second) Hey man it's crazy Breaking all these barriers that claim so amazing Making tunnels of sound, freeing the foundation It's like Momega walking on probation And fearing all the people that feel equal in this nation Making wheat grass to everlast a stimulation But I can't slow down this demonstration And I gotta keep this sacred Solid as a whole, 360 degrees, cipher as I role Down to the avenue, it gets sold I maintain for the revenue, forget gold
Zion I comments on the struggles of living in poverty and the cycle of violence that often accompanies it. They speak of the need to break free from these barriers and create their own path in life, all while staying true to themselves and their community.

Yo, and what the fuck goin' on? Im'a gonna metamorph in the early morn A walkin' timebomb, but I stay calm Life like an animation flick from Hong Kong Daily chores reaping what I sow, digito? Cable ready got my Lakers ready so I let her flow Guaranteed to survive so I proceed to cats under the sea In the land of milk and greed With the heat in the street, bumpin' to the beat Motivate the brains speak gains to the concrete Eveready for the last day's battlin' Rocking rhymes like this, suckers scattering Tallying victories over seven sea's, rap degrees vaporise over PhD's Interlinked, breathe in sink God's the foundation, boy you better think
Zion I reflects on the ups and downs of living in the fast-paced world of street life. They speak of the need to stay calm and focused, even when things get tough. They also comment on the competitiveness of the rap game and the importance of staying true to oneself in the face of adversity.

What'ch you and your crew goin' to do about the streetlife
Zion I questions the listener about their own experiences with street life and asks how they plan to overcome the challenges and obstacles that come with living in this environment.