Child Of The Streets (Man Child) (Album Version|Explicit) - Keith Murray

Written by：Keith Murray/Erick Sermon/Sam Dees/David Camon

Yo the fruit don't fall far from the tree

Yeah uh

My grandfather use to tell me

This place ain't got nothing to offer you

Don't you see all the changes everybody going through

This family got problems and they do too

But everybody wanna tell you what they think you should do

He said watch them so called friends and them girls too

Sonny do you like they did Jesus crucify you

As he sat there in his chair looking out the window

I'm thinking when you can't get away where you go

Inside your mind man child never had a chance to be young

Either you selling *** or out there on the binge strung for some

There's only two places to go the morgue or the pen

For some school is an option entertainment to alternate them

Then they'll try to exploit you discriminate you

Use you as a tool make money and live in luxury off you

And we so confused we wanna believe in something

So they promise us the world but give us nothing

I say we can be all in this together

Yeah will you end up like your family tree

Tell me what you gonna do what you gonna do

What you gonna do

Your mind ain't too far from the sky

The death of a loved one remind you of yourself don't it

Knowing you could be next at any given moment

Like twine I used to call him a brother of mine

His pops was a drunk and his mother was blind

He use to stay at my hose sometimes my mom's didn't mind

We was just nickel and dime hustlers wasting time

Living in the streets targeted and forced to kill

Dualistically we learned how to lie and steal

Gangsters of the future modern day's thugs

Seem like me whole hood is covered in blood

Traveling a ruff life in the eye of the storm

Now I wear their life stories tattooed on my arm

Psych's grandmother passed away on April fool's day

Then her funeral was on her birthday sh*t is real

My man had four baby moms and two on the way

And trying to make a living for them passes away in vein

God bless him ask skeet

Child of the streets well well well well

Will you end up like your family tree

Tell me what you gonna do

What you gonna do

What you gonna do

Understand the habits

Behind the child of the streets

They try to f**k my fame up tear my name up

Turn around and sue me f**k my little bit of change up

I knew it was going to be some sh*t to get me for some cream

I saw it in my subconscious world like a vision

At first it hurt me like a knife in the heart

But by nature I continued to live out my part

As art imitates life and life imitates art

Don't respect the streets and they tear your a** apart

It's important that my understanding understood

But it's more important that it's understood in the hood

And to all the females in the pen stay strong

Any day in jail girl is a day too long

And for those who had to do what they did to slide

Now running like a fugitive to save the live you live

Put in a box saw my step pops

He said boy Keith what the blood clot how much time you got

Child of the streets little sister

Tell me where you will lay your head

Child of the streets little brother

Where will you make your bed

Y'all tell me what y'all gonna do

What y'all gonna do

Tell me what y'all gonna do