The streets is where I’m from
Where I really feel at home
Want you to leave my life alone
Where I mostly feel at home

The streets is where I’m from
Where I really feel at home
Want you to leave my life alone
Where I mostly feel at home

 [bad word] from serious places
Average [bad word] from 
Cause they won’t face it

Broken homes and cigarettes
Discrimination with no education
And reefer papers

All I got is what I have
I can’t miss what I never had
So I don’t ask

I got mine I don’t want yours
Tell me what the [bad word] you so scared for

The streets is where I’m from
Where I really feel at home
Want you to leave my life alone
Where I mostly feel like home

The streets is where I’m from
Where I really feel at home
Want you to leave my life alone
Where I mostly feel like home

I’ve spent almost all my life 
In strange places

And almost all this time 
Medicated

Asphalt’s always made me strong
Never sleeping

dance of life these streets
dance floor haven……………………………

Paris Brightledge