[Lyric] Love Rules The Streets ft. Awon Dephlow (Tiff the Gift)

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[Hook]
Thoughts are deep form lessons learned with practice
But as the world turns I’m wondering why
Holdin on the breakbeats for heads in the street
Let the murders got deceased

These rhymes I’m the seeing-eye dog for the blind
But as the world turns I’m wondering why
I speak from the soul deep and if it’s never heard
Large percentage of this world don’t know the power of a word


I got love for the streets that don’t feel shit
I got a plot for blocks that don’t build shit
But shit is real got a hammer and a drill bic
Cuz niggas hands ain’t got the stamina to deal with
I got a plan we can build with
Don’t sleep is for the kids we got love for the children
Yeah, but the government said fuck em
That’s a well tested pipeline production
Big brother watching your lifetimes of suffering
3 fucking college degrees and still hustlin
I got love if you feeding your folks
And if they struggling you keeping them close Cuz shit is deep
I got love if you live in the streets through hard times
If I ruled the world through god we’d all shine
Yeah, and I got love for the bottom
Where the whole world doesn’t give a fuck about your problems
[Hook]

Love rules the streets but bloodshed paints them red music sues the peace
They try to keep em sleep third eye in the pyramid making me a cyclops
Nocturnal hoopin through the metropolis on night watch
Knowledge wisdom understanding reasons I don’t like cops
Dealing with these underhanded demons selling white blocks
Violence begets violence and the karma comes from other games
Afghani opium that made it to my brothers veins
Love ‘posed to supersede every source of nonsense
I have never ever met a killer with a conscience
Your favorite rapper is a politician corporate sponsor
Legal drug dealer paid to feed your kids garbage
One thing is constant love rules the streets
Humanity will overcome any type of beef
Won’t be mobilized and riot, burn it down with fires
Destroy and build empires tell em that you tired

[Hook]

The streets of our survival revive all the mosque amass churches
Man without the hart hardhead ask his ass worthless
Ask ya ass a purpose walk a lot and watch the earth spin
English young and blinded but mind ya that we can birth men
Let me get this verse in the person we feel reflected
In the streets you get accepted rejected except the best men
Book me for a session and my love for the streets
And I need to play the creeps praise the bluff for the beats
In the nights it’s dark and lonely when it’s you in the Uber
But i watched the world around me and I learned to maneuver
And I see em burning flags while I'm burning the buddha
So i take a sip of yac and take a seat on the terrace
And who woulda thought that street love came from streets and in Paris
And i do this for the soldiers knee deep in the barracks
And I’m damn be represented bad news in a peach day
My life ain’t made for average keep the name it’s a keepsake