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