Marky Mark intro:Ha, yeah. I know what you're all thinkingThat this is some old Janet Jackson type of @#!but it ain't about thatThis if the real, the street life traumaYo, I grew up rough in the streets of Boston, MassachusettsLived real ruthless, a wild kid, out to get a bidDid some #@! that he never shoulda didHad to learn the hard waythat some day you gotta paySo what the hey, I sayPrince Ital Joe:Life in the streets ain't easyAll I see is pain and miseryI kneel and pray for the betrayedStrength and protection to survive in the societyThis is the life in the streetsAnd that's how we live itMarky Mark:Hard and mean at sixteen, livin' like a beam, themeOut scheming for the greenQuick to kill, I gets ill, I make ya blood spillI cut ya throat for your goose-down coat'cause statistic show that kids with no doughain't got no chance, got nowhere to goThat's why life on the streets is like a trifular beatIt'll echo in ya head till you're dead on the concretePrince Ital Joe:Life in the streets is a mysteryDon't know my friends from my enemiesUp to lot, could be troubleBut I'll hold tight and I will never give up the fight(Chorus)This one is dedicated to all the homeless peopleto every youth that's growin' up on the streetsYou know, we're living for a dream one daythat there'll be no more homeless people in the worldLife in the streets is not easy