A Letter To The Streets - Sally Sossa

Letter to the streets letter to my dawgs Letter to the niggas I got locked behind them walls Letter to the niggas that we lost without a cause All we wanted was to ball swear I do this shit for y'all In my younger days I been thru so much pain that I could cry Just to have my brother back I'll give up everything I got Got some Gangstas in heaven won't shoot my tool in the sky Graduated from the streets we went to school on the block We seen some hard times yea it was way too gutta Salute them hard times cus that's what made us brothers And thru them hard times that shit that made us hustlas But before I picked that pack up I was a jacking motherfucker Before you jump up off that porch you gotta jump off that curb Don't tell me you went to jail lil nigga tell me what you learned Gave the streets my whole heart you know what I got in return I lost my dawgs I lost my mind boy that shit had me lost for words Feel like I can't breathe That ain't my nigga layin in that street dawg it can't be Na it can't be Sometimes I sit and ask the lord why he ain't take me But I can't think like that cus I got three babies I love to death For them to live 100 years I won't take another breath I'll lose it all and start all over to have my brother here Been through to much I'm to fucked up ill get you slumped for real It's been a long year I had to roll one up and send a Letter to the streets letter to my dawgs Letter to the niggas I got locked behind them walls Letter to the niggas that we lost without a cause All we wanted was to ball swear I do this shit for y'all In my younger days I been thru so much pain that I could cry Just to have my brother back I'll give up everything I got Got some Gangstas in heaven won't shoot my tool in the sky Graduated from the streets we went to school on the block Letter to the concrete Life just like an instrumental gotta stay up on beat to keep the tool in arms reach Don't trust a soul hope the ones I call my bros don't try to harm me These streets hotter than palm beach them guns sing like r&b Ratchets and blood fashion and drugs it's the cash we love Mud baby we was bathed in the nastiest tubs Road to riches on the path with my thugs A nigga play while we performing he get clapped in the club We shed blood sweat and tears for this shit I got some patnas dead some doing years for this shit Heart numb from all this pain man I can't feel for no bitch Can't take no chance on showing love cus you'll get killed for that shit Middle fingers up fuck em' all Young nigga out there with them packs up in his under draws Young nigga ain't tryna hurt nobody he just wanna ball When you get up niggas start to change and you can see who flaw Just watch out for the laws and jealous niggas who wanna see you fall Letter to the streets letter to my dawgs Letter to my niggas who got locked behind them walls Letter to them niggas that we lost without a cause All we wanted was to ball swear I do this shit for y'all In my younger days I been thru so much pain that I could cry Just to have my brother back I'll give up everything I got Got some Gangstas in heaven won't shoot my tool in the sky Graduated from the streets we went to school on that block