Street lights watching over my head
in between good and evil, life slips through these finger tips
middle of the night, street lights please take me home from the shade
where the selfish live in destitute, open my eyes
to the wicked other people do
waking up from a dream to this nightmare, call it reality under the street lights stare
lifting the law cause it's all that I know
can't say I'm proud of the life that I hold
street lights always watching over me
born and raised in the streets, I don't call a house no home

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