I'm from the streets, the real trash binWhere them boys say they grown but they act like little kidsPeople running from the cops, chasing dividendsSay they'll die for the set, turn around and burn their friendsTelling lies to detectives, caught up in the systemCalling it defective, living life like we the victimsSpitting venom, like can't nobody check meI wish somebody would back up, don't ever disrespect meEverybody pack heat, swear they down to killBodies leaked from the hate, did it for the thrillMotivation, hood fame, or some dollar billsFantasies, homie, you don't even know what's realI was deep up in the woods, I was deep up in the woodsIn the jungle, Jesus pulled me outBringing water to the homies who live in the droughtShouting to them from the rooftops, word of mouthDoing work, putting work, Jesus pulled them outIt's times like these, we're out of our controlWe die in the streets like ain't nobody knowsIt's times like these, we're out of our controlWe die in the streets like ain't nobody knowsI ain't knowLord forgive me for my thoughts, I'm a troubled manI grew up hating all these cops, couldn't understandHow they can sit around and watch while we sufferingI never really had my pops, all I had was friendsAnd all I seen in my streets was some drug dealingsMy little homie had a dream, then the slug killed himI wonder if there's ever peace, when's enough killingsI made a promise not to leave, guess we love differentAnd all these years in the jail made me wonder whyWhy they ain't never seen no hellfireWe was left to die, I know it's bigger than myselfGotta strategize, I hope they feeling what I feltThere's nothing left to cry, there's nothing left to giveI pray that God exists, cause if we don't we're all alonePray that God forgives, cause if he won't we're on our ownGotta die to live, I hope you never walk this roadThat's my dying wishIt's times like these, we're out of our controlWe die in the streets like ain't nobody knowsIt's times like these, we're out of our controlWe die in the streets like ain't nobody knowsGame recognize game, ain't enough fool recognize the gameFor the game recognize you, code gameWhether speed, hop or cocaine, explosive like propaneThey play you like Coltrane, slow lane, mind blown like CobainPro-wings to hold things, master this domainIt's profane, and it leads to deathPro-wings to hold things, master this domainCunning cats, cutthroat, and they known for fleshAnd when they smoke, no shorts in the streetsIt's tell the cops come, holding court in the streetsCats claim they solid, melt quicker than ice creamWe live in a fallen world, and even the vice schemeCopped by the COVID, caught him snitching on livestreamUltra high def, live on the widescreenEnemy on the prowl, trying to push us to pipe dreamsCome to Christ now, every sin can be wiped cleanIt's times like these, we're out of our controlWe die in the streets like ain't nobody knowIt's times like these, we're out of our controlWe die in the streets like ain't nobody know