a lot of money got made drugs got sold lives got took on these corners so cold oh imagine if these street lights could talk and tell the story of the street life every ghetto in america is all the same chasing after money got us all insane oh imagine if these street lights could talk and tell the story of the street life ah i look back and reflect doing a hundred pass thinking about it got me heavy on the gas vivid is the picture coded in my dna mammy bless her heart as we walked out the door she would pray for us knew that jake was on us deck stacked against us same shit different toilet uh another life flushed down the commode left the house without saying goodbye and didn t come home it s all too common and prolly me if it wasn t for rhyming i put that on my brother who was wildin with the iron the hood is full of life but inside niggas dying instead of prosperity only jealousy s thriving street lights made as makeshift memorials know how the story goes i ain t trying to bore you though i m just trying to shed a little light job done even if i save only one life listen a lot of money got made drugs got sold lives got took on these corners so cold oh imagine if these street lights could talk and tell the story of the street life every ghetto in america is all the same chasing after money got us all insane oh imagine if these street lights could talk and tell the story of the street life missing dark tunnel vision the light at the end damn is anybody listening i m talking to myself again we so close but yet it seems so far it s like 10 steps back and just one step forward just one more push and sixteen more bars closer to the dreams we have the life we want if these blood sweat and tears could talk they d be arguing with the look in our eyes saying all listen that bone in your head get shattered like a windshield now how that shit feel yeah you got a lot of nerve you deserve every drop of that pain when you playing with the mobb can t you see we concentrating on this baking lot of lives got taken lot of time spent in the cages so we spend our days just doing whatever must be done to become the ones that steady burn like the sun because  a lot of money got made drugs got sold lives got took on these corners so cold oh imagine if these street lights could talk and tell the story of the street life every ghetto in america is all the same chasing after money got us all insane oh imagine if these street lights could talk and tell the story of the street life i can tell you about some shit you don t really wanna hear so many disappear out here one time i saw a man with a gun chasing another nigga trying to run and even know they grew up on the same block he ain t hesitate to gun him down in the same spot the nigga that you knew from elementary will make your ass an unsolved mystery a lot of money got made drugs got sold lives got took on these corners so cold oh imagine if these street lights could talk and tell the story of the street life every ghetto in america is all the same chasing after money got us all insane oh imagine if these street lights could talk and tell the story of the street life