I'm getting tired of fighting,
i just wont to go,
living on the streets,
isn't that bad you know,
its better for me there,
i don't fight,
nore do i care,
i have all my special friends there,
the police pull us over,
and give us a hard time,
they think its us every time,
someone commits a crime,
usually it is,
but proof they have none,
they always put us in the back of a paddy wagon,
hoping we get done,
these streets are like a war land,
doing what you have to survive,
some of these kids,
are lucky yo be alive,
us street kids run this town,
no one can put us down,
when the cops see us they chase us around,
teens growing up with deceases,
and friends locked away,
going to jail,
and thats where they are going to stay,
hands behind our backs,
with cuffs held on tight,
but trust me us street kids,
wont give up with out a fight,
thats the life we live,
and thats how it will stay,
us street kids will never go away,
it will go on for generations,
they will run this town,
cops wont sleep,
they will chase these kids around,
the court room full of delinquents,
these kids with out a home,
its this cities streets,
that us kids Rome,
don't try and mess with them,
you will not win,
these kids don't give a damn if they sin,
watch you step carefully,
and watch what you say,
cause if you fvck up,
we wont go away,
