This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes
Know they staring brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing
Stuck contemplating on who I can trust
But like lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed
But that's why I stick with my duns like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad rip your hun concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, smoke the pot, confirm if it is real reefer or not
Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib
Gem Star, double edge apply pressure
Shave em down, blow marks right through your mecca
want to be a thug, now you got the thug look,
Stick em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push
God body, with a rubber grip black shotti
Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies
A dossage, hand delivered, without postage
Bring it to your door step quick on short notice
Niggas get sniped like, Klonker Brockite
Show em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic, street life
Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the
concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me
Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the
concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me
This is something you feel nigga, like the theme song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill street news
How he gone, and left his moms mind struck
Now his brother ain't giving a fuck
Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet that
I want you to rest black, cause you better belive Noyd gon handle that
'Cause when I get em, I'm gonna have em
Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them
I ain't no killer, you know me
But I'll be damned if I don't lie for my C-O-D
And then this Old G, scold me and told me coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey
But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means
I never been clean
Nigga, my whole click got dirty
From the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves
Nigga you heard me, its gangsta
Vision the canvas I paint a picture
Similar to Ernies Barnes nigga
But mines is more ghetto more guns more drugs, mostly thugs
All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out
Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out
Jumped off the roof to his death its real
Hand Ball walls displayed with are I-P murials
Those who sling, play the shadows by the building
Devils spring, keep em going while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke
And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke
The sun set looks beautiful over the projects
What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at
If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off don't get clipped off
Street life
Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the
concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me
Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the
concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me
Know they staring brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing
Stuck contemplating on who I can trust
But like lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed
But that's why I stick with my duns like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad rip your hun concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, smoke the pot, confirm if it is real reefer or not
Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib
Gem Star, double edge apply pressure
Shave em down, blow marks right through your mecca
want to be a thug, now you got the thug look,
Stick em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push
God body, with a rubber grip black shotti
Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies
A dossage, hand delivered, without postage
Bring it to your door step quick on short notice
Niggas get sniped like, Klonker Brockite
Show em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic, street life
Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the
concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me
Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the
concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me
This is something you feel nigga, like the theme song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill street news
How he gone, and left his moms mind struck
Now his brother ain't giving a fuck
Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet that
I want you to rest black, cause you better belive Noyd gon handle that
'Cause when I get em, I'm gonna have em
Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them
I ain't no killer, you know me
But I'll be damned if I don't lie for my C-O-D
And then this Old G, scold me and told me coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey
But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means
I never been clean
Nigga, my whole click got dirty
From the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves
Nigga you heard me, its gangsta
Vision the canvas I paint a picture
Similar to Ernies Barnes nigga
But mines is more ghetto more guns more drugs, mostly thugs
All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out
Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out
Jumped off the roof to his death its real
Hand Ball walls displayed with are I-P murials
Those who sling, play the shadows by the building
Devils spring, keep em going while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke
And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke
The sun set looks beautiful over the projects
What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at
If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off don't get clipped off
Street life
Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the
concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me
Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the
concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me
Lyrics submitted by spliphstar, edited by LilJill
Streets Raised Me Lyrics as written by Kejuan Waliek Muchita Albert Johnson
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
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