[Intro]
Where do you go for love?
Where do you go for love?
Where do you go for love?
Where do you go?
[Verse 1]
I couldn't run to my mama
'Cause she was never one for the drama
No love from my father
These concrete streets made it harder
Drop love for my honor, swap drugs for a dollar
Some hot slugs make 'em holler
Squeeze guns 'cause I never had a hug as a toddler
Two fiends selling dreams, spark plugs and some copper
Caught a bug, hot enough to burn scrubs off a doctor
Your dread coming if the plug is a rasta
Won't budge 'til he see a little thug in your posture
Some OJ and a jug full of vodka
One glove and a chopper, unplugged, I'ma shock her
Mom dukes getting high 'cause the love couldn't stop her
If you serve her, you'll be laying in the tub with your partner
I grew up like a monster, too tough for a Tonka
Too stuck playing Contra, one round, Street Fighters
Balling up like Blanka, two shooters on the corner
Parking up in a Honda, got two fours, spark 'em up like Mamba
Dark enough like Bamba, Lil Mo tried to put it on me
That's a body, Spartan up for the karma
No weapon you can form sharp enough for the armor
It's hard enough getting harder
Where do you go? It's no love for a martyr
[Chorus]
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
It's no peace 'til the guns go down
It's a cold winter, she won't sleep 'til her son show up
'Cause mama knows she don't want no frowns
The streets so bitter, it's cold out, better bundle up
Your pops gone, he don't want you now, he a known sinner
Either go home or go realer, the words from an ex-dope dealer
[Verse 2]
Yeah, no such thing as hard closure
The streets only made the heart colder
It made me start over
The past could be music to your ears
But be clear, it ain't made to harp over
Put the pain in a pot, stir it with a little I ain't have of pops
Plus a block, you create a dark soldier
I pay what I owe ya, but you won't get a penny more
Won't find a diamond in the rough without any flaws
Two addicts in the shop selling socks
Three chains with no locks, DVDs starring Demi Moore
Sharon Stone got her safety pin hinged on a herringbone
Chuck D's, welcome to the Terrordome
Big brother never home, so I had to butter all my bread alone
Poker face so you would've never known
You play the cards you've been dealt when the bet is on
Where do you go for the love when it's never shown?
[Chorus]
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
It's no peace 'til the guns go down
It's a cold winter, she won't sleep 'til her son show up
'Cause mama knows she don't want no frowns
The streets so bitter, it's cold out, better bundle up
Your pops gone, he don't want you now, he a known sinner
Either go home or go realer, the words from an ex-dope dealer
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