https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0aLlrEEH4c

Verse 1 
You’re using ink, I’m inking with tears
Missing those links cos I saw their flesh tear
I’m from the hood not the set of Jaws, 
Hid my prints doing my childhood chores

Whatcha thought, bro? 
In these black holes, whatcha saw bro? 
They offed my homez, and then torched the corpse
I’m carrying the lead that beats your hardcore

Pre Chorus
I don’t turn gangster once in a studio
Six feet interred, that’s how curtains close
Fireworks flare, shells, lifeless ‘n silent
Try using tears to feed fire hydrants

Chorus 
How deep these streets hurt (x3)
How deep these streets hurt, we might’ve got used to living with dirges

Verse 2 
You paint with ink, I’m painting my strife
Ain’t got a mirror, bro I’m using my knife
My heart’s too dense to buy your mirage
No daydreams in this dark garage

Whatcha thought, bro ? 
In your black holes, I know what I saw bro:
They offed your homez but you just can’t be sure
You’ll be in denial till you meet at the morgue

Pre Chorus 
I don’t turn gangster once in a studio
Six feet interred, that’s how curtains close
Fireworks flare, shells, lifeless ‘n silent
Try using tears to feed fire hydrants

Chorus 
How deep these streets hurt (x3)
How deep these streets hurt, we might’ve got used to living with dirges

Verse 3
To all who’ve lost a loved one to a firearm
To the mums living like without their arm
To the dads crying  out their heart’s solitude
Waiting to die,  totally destitute

Years of education now stuffed into a box
When you tote steel, you’ll one day have to pop
The hood’s booty calling, you want a fine ride? 
Dude you’ve got sugar mixed up with cyanide. 

Chorus
How deep these streets hurt (x3)
How deep these streets hurt, we might’ve got used to living with dirges

(c) nyonglema