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Mean Streets - Mandrill

Written by：Carlos D. Wilson/Louis Wilson/Ric Wilson M.D./Claude B. Cave II/Wilfredo Wilson/Claude Coffee Cave/Carlos Wilson

I was raised in the streets

Mean streets in the city

I took a stroll with a buddy of mine

If you're weak towards the pity

See little brothers stealing from the wine store

Sneaking through the backdoor

Sisters hanging out till late at night

Mama is hoping everything is allright

The older life they ever mourn

See what you want

Gotta go get your own

Out here in the mean streets

Talking about the mean streets

Talking about the mean streets

Talking about the mean streets

Get out here

They call it their guitar yes they do

Where very few even record

Well if you want to survive

And if you come out alive

There is very little that you handle

How to fight them also

But don't get caught in the shuffle

Walking with rhymes and then taking a stride

You're all alone in the jungle

Baby blues and hear you spend

Rephrase the world you're born as twice a man

Out here on the mean streets

Where the viscious survive

And if you come out alive

There is very little that you won't know

Walking with rhymes and then taking a stride

You're all alone in the jungle

Don't get caught in the jungle

Mean streets

It's a promise yeah

Won't we try

Sisters save the world