of you and Grand Avenue and the day that I met you. Those open skies turned ocean blue. You sang the song that made our love what it was and you
and forth to the bank no I ain't gon hurt I rather struggle with my hommies in the hood and Put in work if ya weak ya beat on the n.o. streets If you
here at the station I heard the p.d. won't put you in rotation Son I tried to save ya, and play you on the flava But he kept flippin on some ill type
i build a castle i?ll build it on a rock when i sow a seed i?ll sow it on good soil when a new dawn breaks my tired body awakes then i?ll put the new
and Put in work if ya weak ya beat on the N.O. streets If you can't play the game you can't compete With the hustlers and the hoodlums that packin' the
