Lessons from the Streets

<< Yeah. >> Sometimes we don't see the blessing in the pain, and sometimes we

gotta lose everything to realize what we really had. This one's for every brother who had

to find himself the hard way. << I was young, wild blind in love. Chasing paper,

trying to rise above. You begged me baby slow down, but my pride wore the crown.

I chose the block instead of home, turned my heart to stone. Thought the streets

were loyalty until they led me all alone. Letters from you kept me sane,

10 years in a world of pain. Every night I close my eyes, see your tears and

hear you cry. Oh, if I had to do it all again, I'd still end up