Luck-One - Street's Lament lyrics

[Luck One] When I first heard this beat, I was sittin in my car in the Central District, on Union…on top of hill, just lookin at the skyline of the city and it reminded me of When I first started rhyming, and I'm just writin the rhyme and lookin at the skyline And I felt like I could capture the whole city and I could put the whole city on the Page… Chorus: (And the streets need) More rappers come outta the slums That's talking about more than bustin they guns (And the streets need) Less rappers comin out of the burbs That's criticizing how we hustlin birds (And the streets need) Real music, more rhyming Ill infrastructures, more grindin Real leaders that's convicted in will And givin em…(the real) If these sidewalks could talk we would be in conversation for ages I chronicle it's visions meticulous in my pages I'd follow in tradition and listen as it displays it's Witticism for fools, and cynicism for sages A duplicate, ain't nothing new happening so we used to it And ain't no American dream so who's chasing its uselessness I'm living for the moment that dissipates in elusiveness And tryna keep productive and righteous minded like humanists We in the city like pollution is Modern Confucianist shrinking our egos and bearing a crucifix It's awkwards, like tryna tuck a mausberg How our dialect is as disconnected as crosswords And language spoken is a living thing Driven like women with children visiting prisoners that's in the bing I'm fighting demons and righteous thoughts with enlightenment And tapping Harriet when I'm writing it Just to heighten it [Hook] Skylines, drifting for days kids not addicted to haze Pigs in position for love of the people, and not for pay True education for shorties that's heavy letting the metal blast A sentiment of d**h to the misdirecting oppressor cla** Better beats, jobs, religion and mediums/ For seeking out God, that'll keep us buoyant like helium Less of the tedium, check investments for profit shares Lessons stressing the breadth of our flesh, and how it got us where And how we not aware of how the streets is a crucible for perfection we oughta Cherish and gotta share Open ears, closed fists, deep creeds Listen as I'm spitting it cause this is what the streets need A restoration for names, lesser patience for gangs End to the gentrification madness and pressure for change We only living once, might as well live it up Instead of using what's lost as a measure for change [Outro]