In those streets we were boys,
Sirens, Gunshots, we never lost poise,
In those streets we were tough,
Never had much, didn't know it as rough,
In those streets, summer nights we stood,
Twisted fingers, Tagged walls, our home, our hood,
In those streets we were kids in backwards caps and dark shirts,
It was our life to hustle naive to the danger of doing dirt,
In those streets Catherine to Millington was our daily run,
Thirteen years old, Raiders Starter jacket hides the gun,
In those streets we faught just to have something to do,
The "Rollers" and the "Knockers" the only enemy we knew.
In those streets RESPECT was so much more than a word,
Common scenary, ten deep handcuffed on the curb,
In those streets my grandparents, parents, and myself were raised,
The set scene for every memory that starts with "The good ol' days"
In those streets we got our charecter that made us who we are,
Life expectency well exceeded, we made it out, made it far,
In those streets if I could reset I'd do it all over again,
In those streets we were boys,
From those street we now are men.