There are Streets that cry, Bleed and sigh, ******* with you, Til' you can't Sleep at night...
Streets that you Feel like can Read your mind, Streets that you Just can't Leave behind.
There are Streets that cry, Bleed and sigh, Filled with the People who just Breathe and die,
There are Streets that cry, Bleed and sigh, And streets that You never want To leave behind...
I was born and raised on the Houston Streets. I was born here, and I'll likely die here. They are my home, the places I roam, and I keep watch over them and I call them my own.