Sotrap, what again now
They know my matter
Care for your bro for the street
Care for your street, my bro oh
He might be smiling
But I swear he got
Suicide his thoughts
The pain so much
He want to let it go
The boy is so mad
About the path he chose
We were not raised the same
Sotrap, product of the street
My bro was there for me
When I ain't got no food to eat
RIP to soldiers that we lost oh
Enuma, Benedict, we miss you more
I enter cell for like 25
My bro was there for me 26
He nor wan hear say me
I carry fight oh
My bro don rush, he don carry stick
24 hours still no call
I know they hate us
But we stand firmly and strong
This life is funny
But don't treat it like a joke
My brothers need some bread
They didn't ask for the smoke
We know the system is here
To keep us down and choke
In many ways we keep
The hustle striking a pose
My mind is up
I just gat to get my doe
I pray one day
My mama watching all my shows
Care for your bro
For the street
Care for your street
My bro oh
He might be smiling
But I swear he got
Suicide his thoughts
The pain so much
He want to let it go
The boy is so mad
About the path he chose
We were not raised the same
Sotrap, product of the street
My bro was there for me
When I ain't got no food to eat
RIP to soldiers that we lost oh
Enuma, Benedict, we miss you more
Never lost my thought
I was stuck in it all day
Thinking hard and smoking
Sometimes makes me feel at ease
Recall all the days
When you're alone and distressed
Smiling to yourself
Cause all the good things you deserve
Back in the days
When you been trapping on your own
Family was there so family
Itself is your own
Been a little traffic now
It's green light let's us go
Never leave your brother
While you're seated on the throne
Is not enough
My street bro keep
On searching for more
Most of the street
Bro lost their life in a war
Street bro street bro
Care for your bro for the street
Care for your street, my bro oh
He might be smiling
But I swear he got
Suicide his thoughts
The pain so much
He want to let it go
The boy is so mad
About the path he chose
We were not raised the same
Sotrap, product of the street
My bro was there for me
When I ain't got no food to eat
RIP to soldiers that we lost oh
Enuma, Benedict, we miss you more