The Streets by David Ma

Walk these streets, it'll make me find a beat, ain't that neat, just walk these streets, These streets arent to hell, unless um well, you're a crack dealer whose home is a jail cell, go ahead try to rebel at heavens bell, its not gonna happen, that may be why im rapping walks these streets, it might lead up to heaven, go tell ya reverend, might even be seven, or even eleven, angels and jewels, that have set the rules, simple as that, no selling crack, pick up the slack, or else i might smack, you into getting a heart attack, is that really that jack?, go pick up the slack. Walk these streets, im looking for a beat, walk these streets, and i might actually find a sheet, with all my wrongdoings and sins, all my goodness and wins, I might change the answers and the questions too, so when I go to the pearly gates, and say how do you do, Jesus will say nice sheet, but you need a beat, or go to hell and meet all the heat, the lyrics need some help, but please don’t yelp, cuz im a master of rhyme, works everytime, makes me a dollar or a dime, so please change your song, and get off that bong, walk these streets anyone know a beat, walk these streets, why is my future so bleak, I may go to hell, the devil will be like well, I know that you belong in a jail cell, my nose is sharp, the crack I can smell, but I can help you out son, you’re not the only one, go take your gun, count down to one, then pop that sucker, damn motherfucker, you don’t belong in heaven, not in hell either, guess you havta walk the streets that are neither. so ima walk these streets, avoid heaven and hell, walk these streets, and maybe all will be well.