Mean Streets - Mandrill

Mean Streets - Mandrill
Written by锛欳arlos D. Wilson/Louis Wilson/Ric Wilson M.D./Claude B. Cave II/Wilfredo Wilson/Claude Coffee Cave/Carlos Wilson
I was raised in the streets
Mean streets in the city
I took a stroll with a buddy of mine
If you're weak towards the pity
See little brothers stealing from the wine store
Sneaking through the backdoor
Sisters hanging out till late at night
Mama is hoping everything is allright
The older life they ever mourn
See what you want
Gotta go get your own
Out here in the mean streets
Talking about the mean streets
Talking about the mean streets
Talking about the mean streets
Get out here
They call it their guitar yes they do
Where very few even record
Well if you want to survive
And if you come out alive
There is very little that you handle
How to fight them also
But don't get caught in the shuffle
Walking with rhymes and then taking a stride
You're all alone in the jungle
Baby blues and hear you spend
Rephrase the world you're born as twice a man
Out here on the mean streets
Where the viscious survive
And if you come out alive
There is very little that you won't know
Walking with rhymes and then taking a stride
You're all alone in the jungle
Don't get caught in the jungle
Mean streets
It's a promise yeah
Won't we try
Sisters save the world