Praying that you don’t run out of luck, Running but the pavements got you stuck, You’ve been around the block I see, You’ve got the cuts to show it. Smoking like a bullet from a gun, The city’s got you crushed under its thumb, You’re staring at the clock I see, Your time is up you know it. So write your name in the dust, Hope they remember you cause, These streets, They’re mean, Gotta fight if you want to eat, It’s blood, And bone, The blacktops got a heart of stone, They're mean, These streets, They gonna try to take you, Never let em break you. You’ve been throwing punches at the wall, Nothing really makes much sense at all, Walking like a lonely ghost, Your numbers up you feel it. Looking for a streetlight in the dark, Tryin to find a rock to make a spark, Maybe it’s the life you chose, You gonna let em steal it. So write your name in the dust, Hope they remember you cause, These streets, They’re mean, Gotta fight if you want to eat, It’s blood, And bone, The blacktops got a heart of stone, They're mean, These streets, They gonna try to take you, Never let em break you.