Letra de 'In These Streets (feat. Godfather of Harlem, YBN Cordae & Nick Grant)' de John Legend

There are many dangers
I still go out there
There are many fallen
But I'm still not scared
There are many times when trouble's all around
In my street, walkin' down my street
In my street, walkin' down my street

Uh, listen
Vivid descriptions, no witness
Kids is the victim, show business
Worry 'bout mindin' your business
I swear this world is so vicious
What they know, mm
What they know, mm
What they know, mm
Uh, life can be grand, life can be shitty
Life is what you make it, never look for pity
Make excuses, we do it, the truest
Life is so beautiful, and beautiful is music
Scream, Woe is me, niggas got their problems
Learn their lessons every day, you just gotta solve 'em
Been through my bullshit, it just make me strong
Please take me home, gotta take so long
It's okay to cry, it's better to laugh
Start a new beginning when you're servin' your past
Always put yourself first, never in last
We tend to do that, the pressure's bad
I know better than most, have a negative gross
And your cheddar's low, and your debt will explode
And your baby momma callin' with the daily drama
So lately, I been fallin', make it 'till we ballin'

There are many dangers
I still go out there
There are many fallen
But I'm still not scared
There are many times when trouble's all around
In my street, walkin' down my street
In my street, walkin' down my street

Uh
Show no love, love'll get you killed
Learn the trade, it's skill
Hard to bet the house on you niggas
We don't know how you built
Peep gang, no, I can't take losses
Still, we sign contracts with the clauses
For the white man that rob us, we get out the hood
Still, the only way we leave, in the coffin
I need more choices, ridin' with my dogs
Live from the Garden of Eden, where evil survives through them all
Fans at the door, nigga, yeah, you know the SWAT is the fly on the wall
Dope boy, let the guys out the car
Everything is good until the sky start fallin'
Damn nigga, even home ain't safe
At the hands of police, you can die in your yard
America is a cold game, we sellin' China for the low mane
Place dope in our hood, now they tryna hit a nigga with the R.I.C.O.
Like Calvin missin' his rope chain, damn, you tough, right
My skin color is the ninth wonder
Look a nigga dead in his eyes, you can tell if he live if his eyes flutter
So might shoot a flower, he might be ready to fly somethin'
Freedom

There are many dangers
I still go out there
There are many fallen
But I'm still not scared
There are many times when trouble's all around
In my street, walkin' down my street
In my street, walkin' down my street