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Streets The Turn The Page

That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away 'Cause they're sensing what I say I'm 45th generation Roman But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting

the middle So now you sit there, makin big waves Talkin about my ancestors used to be from caves It's time to wake up, bake the cake, and turn the page

got too many bitches in the Oakland streets Use for hide-outs when I sense the heat See, a murder ain't shit when a brother stays packin Loose on the streets

. But it's well on it's way. Murder on the news, scandals everywhere. The media devours, but does anybody care. That we have nowhere to turn. Our

everything and start again It is my, life I see no end. So take it out on the streets, in the avenues Play it loud like you always wanted to Turn it up turn

see the world around me changing I'm in a dream Faces that I knew Are slowly turning into strangers I've never seen I read each line I turn the page I

you'll get You better do your best not to fuck it up too much Yeah the thing about that is it's the truth you lack And you can smoke until your lungs turn

I'm tight boot lacin Mask on like I'm Jason Shoot up shit like Larry Davis You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason Turn cheek like Martin Luther I'm like

money maker, down low cake baker Break a hoe like a pimp, cause I'm not your savior Paint wet like a sailor, when I'm flipping in gator Turn the page