Streets

You say you're a hustler

And you got it made

And you made your bed

But you refuse to lie in it

Street's the education

I say look up all the ways

Your nation made you a slave

You threw away the tie-dyes

And picked up a gun

But it's one and the same

It's one and the same

You're playing politician

Minus the wife

As the in-crowd polishes

Their gold incisors

And it's not the same

You're one and the same