[Hook: S.L.I.M]
I don't care about fame and money
When they're people feeling pain and hungry
There's blood in the streets(x4)
[Verse 1: S.L.I.M]
There's blood so the streets ain't virgin to me
Blood in the streets, blood on the leaves
n***as still hating , these drakes and the meeks
But am still praying for the love on the streets
I see my ma n***as beggin', I see the hawkers trekkin'
I see the preachers just praying that we get to heaven
U see the cops preparing to cause oppression
But I guess that's all we deserve
They ask me, so I pa** chits
But they still get nothing on the mark sheet
In the front seat, in the back seat
It don't matter cause we all in the taxi
We all poor,n***a we all poor
And we wanna be rich , oh this am sure
But we don't invest , we manicure
And we still have hope that money will cure our problems?
[Hook: S.L.I.M]
I don't care about fame and money
When they're people feeling pain and hungry
There's blood in the streets(x4)
[Verse 2: S.L.I.M]
There's blood on the streets my n***a
There's blood on the streets
By blood I don't mean what spills on the sheets
I mean there is dim in the light of the streets
Segregation
And this is the vice that bites the population
If i eat sum'n nice doesn't mean am better stationed
Than the n***as on the streets with nada to eat
With Nada to show with Nada to sip
Nada to clothe
I would be the same if they took this coat
I would be the same if they gave him all
I would be the same if they gave him chance
So we gotta stand up and have some soul
Cause its only in giving that u will find joy, ayt?
[Hook: S.L.I.M]
I don't care about fame and money
When they're people feeling pain and hungry
There's blood in the streets(x4)
[Verse 3: Ronald]
Church is the new club
n***as still ain't sh**
I mean I got a lot of love look where it got me
Wanna free they nipple 'fore they free they mind
I ain't one to judge, but how the f** you trying
Why the f** you lying, ain't the one who crying
I'm the one here on a mic trying to fight the lion
Yungin' only do too much
Young and I got way too much
They done seen sh** and they went blind
They done heard sh** and they went deaf
I done seen the hustle, but I was born blessed
Always had to tussle, but I was born ready
I got God to thank, I drank way too much
Couple band aids on me, couple heartaches homie
I can't fix that now
But I got where to start
[Hook: S.L.I.M]
I don't care about fame and money
When they're people feeling pain and hungry
There's blood in the streets(x4)