days aint the same winds musta changed/...
hoes come and go but friends stay through the rain/...
ive seen empire buildins crumble like the trade towers/...
and seen dreams float away like the mayflowers/...
thats why i maintain and try to sustain/...
in a city built off crack sales and potted cocaine/...
i seen people roll up in company vans/...
jump out wit k's and empty out a clip in a man/...
its hard to run the streets wit a mill on yo head/...
cuz niggaz will get the word and be feelin the bread/...
ive seen best friends turn enemies from jealousy/...
and quiet boys turn thug niggaz from 1 felony/...
so wat u tellin me the strrets dont change dudes/...
the things i live through privileged enogh to ride through/...
but thats life u really wanna say my shit aint tight/...