East Streets

I’d love to return to these dark streets
I’d love to return to these dark streets
My poetry 2000
My, my poetry 2000

Even if I’ll go, even if I’ll go away
From my roots
Even if I’ll go, even if I’ll go away
From my roots
No place will ever taste the same again
No place will ever taste the same again

A lonely boy from neighbourhood
Be waitin’ for, be waitin’ for
American dream
West on TV
Eminem be like God
Eminem be like God
Boy, boy wanna find his rap style
But East streets smell different
Boy, boy wanna find his rap style
But East streets smell different
Old minds are afraid of change
My backyard looks like Christmas market
My backyard looks like Christmas market
My backyard looks like Christmas market
My backyard looks like Christmas market
My backyard looks like Christmas market

I’d love to return to these dark streets, dark streets
I’d love to return to these dark streets, dark streets
I’d love to return to these dark streets, dark streets
I’d love to return to these dark streets, dark streets
Dark streets, dark streets, dark streets, dark streets