Locksmith - Fleming Street lyrics

How do I fix my mouth to say I’m sorry?
And all we saw was the flashing lights
The tire marks
The body parts by the traffic lights
The sweat from his mothers brow
The sense of disbelief and all the grief that
You suffered to lose your oldest child
The stone walls and the phone calls of pity
The faux pas and the four walls
That fall on the city
The flocks of family members that
Send your their best regards
And the faith you can’t escape and
That got you questioning god
Like how do we find ourselves here?
What do we represent for?
How do we wipe the slate clear?
What do we do to ensure
That in stores are bit more
A torment or resent for?
How do you look the dudes in the face
The bullets were probably meant for?
Mentors are useless, the police are spiteful
One less stress about
They sentiment's delightful
A pipe full of candy that comes
In handy how niggas eat
More than just me rappin it’s
Really happenin’ on Fleming Street

I said it’s more than just me rappin
It’s really happenin’ on Feming Street
This where the killers meet
This where the dealers beat
More than nigga scrappin
They really clappin to fucking eat
You ain’t gotta listen
You ain’t me gotta know me
This is how it’s been how it always gonna be
This is how it is it’s forever gonna be
Forever gonna be

How do you take advantage when
You’re young and wild
Running foul and careless?
Fuck what they was yelling
Rebelling against our parents
Moved away in high school though
I choose to wallow
To the shy dude that I knew
Killing my school with a ralo
Instead they started shooting
Instead of fighting
Started to hide in, writing it
Down in my mental journal
External lightness
Well my father made it harder though
The harshness had me bothered
I was caught up I was
Brought up never to follow
And how do you leave the place you love
How do you find your solace
How do you take advantage of
Living a life of carnage?
Honest, started yelling in despair
Yelling yourself be prepared
Smelling the air how the hell is this fair?
And niggas still moving powdered rock
Every hour cowards pop
That’s the reason my city’s known for
Liquor stores and flower shops
This ain’t Glock with them little
Niggas and killers meet
More than just a fraction it’s
Really happenin on Feming Street

I said it’s more than just me rappin
It’s really happenin’ on Feming Street
This where the killers meet
This where the dealers beat
More than nigga scrappin
They really clappin to fucking eat
You ain’t gotta listen
You ain’t me gotta know me
This is how it’s been how it always gonna be
This is how it is it’s forever gonna be
Forever gonna be

Ye
And I overheard the screams from the front
Room was listening by the hallway
An argument to determine where
We would all stay
My mother wants to leave the hood
She said it’s all to blame
My father wants to stay ’cause
He’s not accustomed to change
We need time to save and
You're always ready to spend
She said, what about your son, what
If something happens to him, huh?
Could you forgive yourself just
Knowing what was lacking?
That’s all she needed to say
The next day we started packing
Packing up our sorrows, packing up a car load
Packing up our yesterdays and
Looking towards tomorrow
And although I’m grown it stil
Hurts and it shows
I can never turn my back it’s the
Only home that I know so
What’s happenin’ lil cuz? I’m
Still in deep shock we came a long way from
Playing by that green box
The same spot where them older
Niggas and killers meet
You left us all but your
Spirit still on Fleming Street
You left us all but your
Spirit still on Fleming Street
This where the killers meet
This where the dealers beat
More than niggas rappin it’s really
Happenin’ on Feming Street