Afu - Streets of Deception lyrics

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Afu - Streets of Deception lyrics

[Intro & Hook : AFU] "Street strategies, coroners always round the corner Crews sipping for the long goners Ol' timers and thugs, everyday mourners Affiliated with criminals, even those typical foreigners" [Verse 1 : AFU] Streets of deception No one to look after, strictly no exemption No one to make you strengthen No one to you in a reflection Streets with no protection, your end is your inception Maniacs with no perception, no signs of perfection A gun aimed to your head, that's your reception Finally realizing the conception What's yours don't consider it, as it will be under pretension A tool, living under another man's retention Women between the hands of contention Fear in a handful of dust, you could feel the tension When in danger, can't find anybody with gumption Living behind bars is something under better a**umption Your powers are under consumption No way out, you are eternally clutched in Dreamers in the day, workers in the night Walking above the clay, fakers about their delight Lost in this decay, far away from site In the dark astray, a good target in sight Guns are child's play, this is not what I incite Report in an essay, they have someone to indict [Hook 2x] [Verse 2 : AFU] Building a reputation to get the connection established Forced to start an unwanted habit, if not then consider a bandage Keep your eyes wide open, or you will get ravaged by some beastly savages Place under serious havoc, to survive you got to manage There's no way to pack up your baggage, without some serious damage A rabbit surrounded by wolfs that's rabid, extremely rapid Chased by them, they are looking forward to snatch yo cabbage Don't get in the lion's den, as your feet are your only carriage Hard to pull the evil out, radish, you have no vantage Born cold, the pa**age, can't disarm what's planted Birth's date sabbath, smuggled like a package An apple full of maggots, brain cells connected by bunch of adages See, they didn't learn it by they own, the packets They lavish enough evil, they certainly believe they're the baddest [Verse 3 : AFU]