Spring on Smith Street - Judeo
Jay Blass, the prince
Paint the block in pink
Smell the gas in the air
Got my mind on the brink
Crumple bills in my pocket
Dreams bigger than the ink
Crooked, pot, crooked
But the wheel still gleaming
Smith Street whispers
Money moves and it seems
Luxury on layaway
Gold stitching in my seams
Dodging cracks in the pavement
Chasing paper like it be
Spring is just a season
But it feels like the thing
Spring on Smith Street
Where the block stay alive
808s thumping
Every car got a vibe
Dreams bloom fast
But they fade if you slack
Spring on Smith Street
It's a hustle not a ride
Chip paint on the lamp post
Shadows doing the most
Street light halos
With the dreamers still toast
Potholes like landmines
Step careful of ego
Every corner got a story
Every face a new pose
Velvet seats in the whip
Hands gripping the wheel
Fingers icy but the grind got me warm on the real
Street preacher on the curb
Says salvation's a deal
But the devil's in the details
And the money's the seal
Smith Street heartbeat
Running through my veins
Every block a chapter
Every hustle's my refrain
Hustle's running wild
Searching through the pain
But the springtime don't last long
It's a fleeting change
