Текст песни I Must Stand (Full Length) [Life On the Streets] - Ice-T
Nobody
ever
said
life
was
gon'
be
easy
But
damn.
Just
a
kid,
moms
died
when
I
was
seven
Pops
died,
eleven,
what's
up
with
heaven?
It's
hell
when
you're
an
orphan
at
a
early
age
This
impressionable
stage,
no
love
breeds
rage
In
the
heart
of
a
child
who
never
knew
his
roots
Looked
up
to
pimps
and
to
hustlers
in
the
eel-skin
boots
Parkin
Caddies
on
the
sidewalk,
gangsta
talk
Truckin
diamonds
and
gold
Rubberbands
around
the
bankrolls
Fly
girls
to
make
your
head
spin
Seemed
they
partied
all
night
long
I
was
like,
"Put
me
on"
But
they
said,
"Little
fellow,
run
and
go
play
Take
your
butt
to
school
or
else
you'll
have
to
be
like
us
one
day"
I
didn't
understand,
but
I
tried
to
get
a
job
While
all
the
players
got
the
girls
cause
they'd
hustle
and
rob
I
was
like
makin
'bout
1-50
a
week
And
after
taxes,
you
know
what
that
is
- lunch
meat
And
I
know
I
can
be
better
than
this
I
gotta
get
me
a
car,
man
I
gotta
get
a
girl
I
know
I
can
do
it
out
there,
man
I'm
finna
go
for
it,
man
I
gotta
get
some
money
Word
Streets
of
anger,
trouble
and
crime
I
had
it
hard,
had
to
sleep
in
my
car
sometime
But
I
never
let
another
player
see
me
down
I
kept
my
front
up,
my
gear
clean
Even
when
checkin
minor
green
Brothers
knew
my
game
was
true
So
I
hooked
up
with
the
real
crew
That
knew
excactly
what
to
do
Bank
jobs
and
jewels,
quick
to
flex
with
tools
Pimpin
hoes
on
the
block
Checkin
cash
non-stop
Crack
spots,
armor
with
interior
bars
No
lie,
I
used
to
own
'bout
15
cars
Every
piece
Fila
made
Drape
my
women
in
suede
Pavet
Piaget,
Cesar's
Palace
holidays
It
was
on,
crazy
out
of
control
We
made
up
the
word
'ballin',
that
was
how
we
rolled
But
the
FBI
had
a-whole-nother
idea
It's
called
multiple
indictments
for
hundreds
of
years
What
Daff
is
dead?
Carter
got
25
years?
Nah.
Spike
35
to
life?
Nah,
don't
tell
me
B.O.'s
dead,
man
I
don't
wanna
hear
that,
man
I
was
just
with
him
The
game
is
vicious,
no
retirement,
you
die
young
Listen
to
a
fake,
he
might
tell
you
to
grab
a
gun
I
get
phone
calls
from
condemned
row
Brothers
I
ran
with,
brothers
I
really
know
They
tell
me,
"Ice
you
got
much
love
in
the
pen
You're
the
one
that
got
away,
don't
wanna
see
you
in"
They
tell
me,
"Tell
the
little
homies
the
deal
Don't
let
em
come
up
in
this
hellish
habitat
of
shanks
and
steel"
I
marched
two
million
strong
in
D.C.
Lookin
eye
to
eye
with
brothers
that
I
used
to
think
below
me
Damn,
my
mind
was
twisted
in
my
hustlin
days
But
God
spared
me,
I
got
a
baby
son
to
raise
And
bein
black
ain't
easy,
prejudice
is
real
But
health
and
liberty
is
all
we
need
for
us
to
build
We
gotta
come
together,
unseparated
Check
yourself
like
I
did,
blackman,
because
we're
all
related
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