Spring on Smith Street - Judeo
Cherry blossoms dripping paint the block in pink
Smell of gas in the air got my mind on the brink
Crumple bills in my pocket dreams dripping in the ink
Car parked crooked but the wheel still bling
Smith Street whispers money moves in the scene
Luxury on layaway gold stitching in my skin
Dodging cracks in the pavement chasing paper like it beans
Spring just a season but it feel like the thin
Spring on Smith Street where the block stay alive
808s thumping every car got a vibe
Dreams bloom fast but they fade if you slide
Spring on Smith Street it's a hustle not a ride
Chip paint on the lamppost shadows doing the most
Street light halo where the dreamers still toast
Potholes like landmines step careful be ghost
Every corner got a story every face a new post
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
Lost souls finding ways searching through the pain
But the springtime don't last long it's a fleeting change
Don't last long it's a fleeting change
Don't last long it's a fleeting change
