The Streets

Well I tried so hard but still I fall

Fall back down the great below

And it's been a while since I have prayed

But tonight I'm on my knees

I'm asking why, why, why me?

The streets is where I's born

And the streets is where I'll die

Until then the streets is where I'll be

So keep pouring the drinks till I forget my name

I love my life but it gets hard

As I'm sure it does for us all from time to time

So keep living it through, I'll keep living it too

I hang my head, hang it low

And I pray that it gets a little better down the line

Why? Why me?

The streets is where I's born

And the streets is where I'll die

Until then the streets is where I'll be

Oh sweet mother of two you work hard, so hard to keep your heads above the water

And although I stand on the shore with a line, I can't seem to untangle it

From the selfish dreams of my own I wish I had just a little more money

To help you out in the times when it's hard, so hard, so hard

The streets is where I's born

And the streets is where I'll die

Until then the streets is where I'll be