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Who do you think you are?
Where do you think you're runnin' to?
You can run, but you can't hide
From the gospel of the street
Dark nights gettin' darker
These stone hearts is gettin' harder
They fists is all balled up
Power's in their hands, homie
Who you gonna call up?
God don't live here
There's no room for crutches, son, get out your wheelchair
Skip that baby food, boy
Go on, get that meat
The streets is no place for the humble or the meek
The called up get rolled on
The balled up get stole on
The dolled up get sold on
The softened up get shot
Step to the wrong to get hit in your teeth
The law's gotta big stick, but here it can't reach
No one's in the schools, so the schools, they don't teach
Hammers smackin' skulls, so there's blood on the street
Please disregard the voice that will preach
Any blasphemy against this gospel of the street
Yo
Straight outta LA, back to suburbia
From jungle to cakewalk
Rihanna, Disturbia
Feelin' kinda homesick for a bit of adversity
Diversity? Try varsity
No parts of me wants this
Keep it real clear: we're built to break
And Swiss Family Robinson
The problem, son, is we're all divided
Through hatred, you're wasted
No lights, just fights
And keep on medicating our brothers in the night
Just examine your mind
You're so existential
And just understand
You're part of a system
Who do you think you are?
Where do you think you're runnin' to?
You can run, but you can't hide
From the gospel of the street
credits
released November 7, 2013
Producer: Patrick Kiloran
Co-Producer: Evan Clarke
Engineer: Jack Vondrachek
Mixing: Patrick Kiloran & Jack Vondrachek
Mastering: Patrick Kiloran & Jack Vondrachek
Produced, Tracked, Mixed, and Mastered at Roosevelt Recordings in St. Paul, MN
Single Art Design: Patrick Kiloran
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