Street's Lament - Marcus D

When I first heard this beat, I was sittin in my car in the Central District, on

Union… on top of hill, just lookin at the skyline of the city and it reminded me

of

When I first started rhyming, and I’m just writin the rhyme and lookin at the

skyline

And I felt like I could capture the whole city and I could put the whole city

on the

Page…

(And the streets need)

More rappers come outta the slums

That’s talking about more than bustin they guns

(And the streets need)

Less rappers comin out of the burbs

That’s criticizing how we hustlin birds

(And the streets need)

Real music, more rhyming

Ill infrastructures, more grindin

Real leaders that’s convicted in will

And givin em…(the real)

If these sidewalks could talk we would be in conversation for ages

I chronicle it’s visions meticulous in my pages

I’d follow in tradition and listen as it displays it’s

Witticism for fools, and cynicism for sages

A duplicate, ain’t nothing new happening so we used to it

And ain’t no American dream so who’s chasing its uselessness

I’m living for the moment that dissipates in elusiveness

And tryna keep productive and righteous minded like humanists

We in the city like pollution is

Modern Confucianist shrinking our egos and bearing a crucifix

It’s awkwards, like tryna tuck a mausberg

How our dialect is as disconnected as crosswords

And language spoken is a living thing

Driven like women with children visiting prisoners that’s in the bing

I’m fighting demons and righteous thoughts with enlightenment

And tapping Harriet when I’m writing it

Just to heighten it

Skylines, drifting for days kids not addicted to haze

Pigs in position for love of the people, and not for pay

True education for shorties that’s heavy letting the metal blast

A sentiment of death to the misdirecting oppressor class

Better beats, jobs, religion and mediums/

For seeking out God, that’ll keep us buoyant like helium

Less of the tedium, check investments for profit shares

Lessons stressing the breadth of our flesh, and how it got us where

And how we not aware of how the streets is a crucible for perfection we oughta

Cherish and gotta share

Open ears, closed fists, deep creeds

Listen as I’m spitting it cause this is what the streets need

A restoration for names, lesser patience for gangs

End to the gentrification madness and pressure for change

We only living once, might as well live it up

Instead of using what’s lost as a measure for change