You don't live on my street

When you look at me and try to judge
Remember you don't live on my street.
You've never felt the heat of hate sting so hard you could die
Hoping when you awake you soul will rise and fly.

You don't live on my street.
Remember that when you try to catch my beat and my flow.
Too bad you can't. You're too slow
Because you ain't never lived on the other side of my do'.
You haven't cried like I have
And you haven't been where I've been.
You haven't thought my thoughts
Nor sinned my sins.

Let me ask you a question.
Did your mother try to sell you,
Like you were an object just to be used,
Allowed you to be abused because she wasn't around?
Or maybe your family's oppression
Caused you to sink lower into a revolving depression?
No? That's because you don't live on my street.
You can't handle the shackles I've had on my feet.

I've been in a room full of people and felt alone
Going into a house with family yet it wasn't a home.
You ask me how did I get into Rhodes? Why?
Because my life has been so cold?
Don't get offended when I say it's not your business.
What you think you know is really not me.
You'll find that out the day you come live on my street!