[Steele]  Yea, yea back up in here smoked out  strickly trees, strickly trees  ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves   swift wanna ball breakin' day wit us  for my dogs in a cut  doing what you gotta do to feed ya seeds  maintain stayin' strong.    [Steele] ((Tek))  [Day breaks sneeks upon my camp once more]  [get up get dressed and prepare for war]  ((yo the wars wit everything outside your door))  [it's a rude awakening but it's more in store]    [Tek]  when I walk through Brooklyn people show me love  went over to GA people showed me love  went to North Carolina they showed us love  even went to California and got love from thugz  and it's all good big up to all the neiborhood   that came to see Tek and Steele when ever they could  but remember the struggle continues after the (?)  watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you bewitched  theres a war goin' on outside and in my mental  gettin' drunk and how wonderin' what this gettin' ment to  last week my man put a pistol to his temple  I said nah son not that, thats to simple  one little niggie on the block sellin' crystal  next little niggie got shot up on Bristol  'nother little niggie lock, cause they blew the whistle  last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sister  this little niggie be hard to find  mind don't makin' it in this day and time  do what we have to criminal Illegal  stayin' alive strivin' wit my people.    [Steele and Tek]  In days of our lives they try to make us hate  to search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets  Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef  I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat  tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall  tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall  cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park  you can get your life got in day the or the dark.    [Steele]  I give thanks when I rise up, open my eyes up  Calastetic get me right so I'll be nicer  cause when you feel fit ya feel nice  beware of the tricks and the full paradise  like the wicked mind in york with them gun pound caught  who wish to ambush me when I leave the weed spot  when I get, what I got, roll the lah that I caught  rock the shines that I rock, make my life clock stop  wit def me fear not, cause them mores high guys I  bless me wit protection as the years pass by  conquerer, mighty rasta,   let no man steel from the pocket peel for ya  it's a meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakes  breakin' down like a junky with a case of shakes  to my dogs flippin' weight and behind gates  livin' street life, put the stash on Jakes  for ya need, do whateva the deed   watch shiesty ass bitches and the next man grieves  Mr. Ripper from the star to the hills its all real  gotta maintain cause the sun don't chill.    [Tek and Steele]  In days of our lives we strive to make ends meat  to search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets  Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef  I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat  tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall  tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall  cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park  you can get your life got in day the or the dark