Текст песни
Under rusty roofs, rain hiss on the block
Cats in black hoodies posted up ‘round the clock
Piss in the hallway, concrete fulla hate
I was raised where hunger taught us how to wait
Mama said, “Kitten, don’t fade in them streets,”
But them streets gave scars and blood on the beats
Bent ears, cheap smoke, lungs black like tar
Old tape deck crying loud inside the stolen car
African gutters, heat mixed with dust
Dreams die young where survival a must
Homies on the corner split fish and a drag
Everybody act tough, everybody too sad
Smell of burnt engines and wet alley walls
Sirens in the distance, death answering calls
Sleep in the backseat, hoodie over my face
Nighttime predators all over the place
I’m a gutter-cat, paws deep in grease
Tryna find one damn moment of peace
Chain on my neck ain’t gold, it’s despair
Heart growl louder than the bass in the air
Roaches in the kitchen, rats in the sink
Life so cold make a young cat drink
Eyes stay sharp when the darkness creep
Can’t trust nobody when your stomach don’t eat
Streetlights flicker like they ready to die
Smoke in my lungs while I stare at the sky
Still I whisper low through the pain and noise
“Even stray hood cats still got a voice”
