You write in ink, I write in tears
I miss my brothers, I've lived through dramas
I come from the street, I don't pretend
I've done things that you don't do without gloves

What did you think? (What did you think?)
In my black eyes, what did you see?
They killed my friend, they burned his body
The pain I carry defies your hardcore

I'm not a studio gangster
Six feet under, curtain fall
Pyromaniac violence, we find lifeless bodies
It's not with tears that you put out the fire

The street hurts, the street hurts
The street hurts, the street hurts
The street hurts
We've gotten used to it but nothing here is normal
The street hurts, I write in tears
The street hurts, I've lived through dramas
The street hurts
We've gotten used to it yet nothing here is normal

You write in ink, I write in tears
You see yourself in a mirror, I see myself in a blade
The heart too heavy to believe in the mirage
The head too full to have it in the clouds

What did you think? (What did you think?)
In your black eyes, I knew what I saw?
They killed your friend and you're still looking for him
You'll accept the evidence only once in front of his body

I'm not a studio gangster
Six feet under, curtain fall
Pyromaniac violence, we find lifeless bodies
It's not with tears that you put out the fire

The street hurts, the street hurts
The street hurts, the street hurts
The street hurts
We've gotten used to it but nothing here is normal
The street hurts, I write in tears
The street hurts, I've lived through dramas
The street hurts
We've gotten used to it yet nothing here is normal

To all those who have a friend or a brother who got killed
To all the mothers who feel like they've been amputated
To all the fathers who only cry when they're alone
Who wait for the cemetery, bruised, inconsolable
Raise a kid, only to bury him later
Hand on the gun, think about it when you're going to shoot
The street charms you, you think it's attractive?
The drama is that you confuse sugar with cyanide

The street hurts, the street hurts
The street hurts, the street hurts
The street hurts
We've gotten used to it but nothing here is normal
The street hurts, I write in tears
The street hurts, I've lived through dramas
The street hurts
We've gotten used to it yet nothing here is normal

The street hurts, the street hurts
The street hurts (L.A.S.)
The street hurts (M.A.D.)
The street hurts, (it hurts), it hurts

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