Island Boy

These streets keep calling me They don't want me to leave the light behind Staring at the stars, wishing I had the time But my kids need food and my girl needs me And sometimes I dream that I'm finally free So baby, don't play me, I ain't no toy I'm a prisoner here, but I still make noise And I'm shout that I'm about it with all my voice I'm a street kid now, but one day I'll be here Police keep chasing me They don't want me to make it up for real Working nine to five and still trying to get a deal Cause my pockets dry and my wrist still do Oh, my life feels high in my Whitney shoes So, I hustle that good shit and keep my gun Oh, them stacks be cool, but this life ain't fun And I be watching my shoulder for trouble come From the sun come up to the streetlights on