A song by my cousin&myself from his album \"Lost Tapes\". True underground rap! Please rate&comment[Verse One]: \n\nMHP:\n\nThe street is a living organism\nNobody listen to words that don\'t glisten\nI\'m on a mission \nTo teach\nPeople decease, \nNo wise men\nIn the street \nAll die young and we\'re surprising?\nOpen your eyes, man\nAnalyse and \nTry to become experienced\nGraffiti whispers in you ear the secret of deliverance\nThe streets begin to be a kind of a psychiatry\nThe rules and rituals create an useful library\nDo you see the irony?\nI don\'t think it\'s funny\nLaughing on a rainy day don\'t change the weather and make it sunny\nThe sun is behind a roof of smog\nIt\'s never day, \nWords are out of placeWeapons conduct the dialogue\nBlood on the floor\nIt sets the boundary for the weak and the strong\nDo you know where you do belong to? You ought to \nBe attentive, cause the street\'s callin for you\nAnd scars you with tattoos\n\n[Chorus]: \n\nMHP:\n\nTattoos Of The Street\nWe all know where we come from, we must proceed\nFeel the pulse, the heart, it\'s not the beat\nThe tattoo\nLiving with your past is what it means\n\n[Verse Two]: \n\nAMAru:\n\nStreet\'s disciple, this is what I am\nThe street is the wolf, you people are the lambs.\nThe source of misery, dire poverty\nA war scene with no chance of peace, harmony.\nWrites its own stories\nThe ink it writes with is the blood of the people sent to glory.\nThe most renowned one is called Elm Street,\nWith its infamous occupant named Freddy\nSirname Krueger, aka the bogeyman,\nHe was the worst nightmare of adolescents but also children.\nThe street adorns itself with crime\n187 uses it to lay on the line our lives\nUnpredictable cuz it has its own law and orders,\nIt doesn\'t follow the goverment but takes it over.\nMost of us use the street for walkin\', what we see on it \nAren\'t markings but outlines of bloody corpses.\nA prison cell with defenceless convicts\nAgreed to enter but now you can\'t get out of it.\n\n[Chorus]: \n\nAMAru:\n\nTattoos Of The Street\nWe all know where we come from, we must proceed\nFeel the pulse, the heart, it\'s not the beat\nThe tattoo\nLiving with your past is what it means\n\n[Verse Three]: \n\nMHP:\n\nThey deplore death visits this place too often\nI thought then about this guy and how to get rid of him\nMan, this is nothin \nAn author can change\nThe book was written by a whole nation during a decade\nThe street suffers because of the society above us\nWe need more brothers \nWho sacrafice themselves for others\nThe street is the step-father \nFor all thecowards gone\nMothers home, \nChildren inside the jungle, hunt on their own\nThey grow up too early\nThere\'s no space left between three and thirty\nReality hurt me, \nDream is mirage\nLife\'s like a fight, not a pleasant massage\nIt\'s pretty hard, \nNot pretty\nOr do you feel good when your dignity is builton self-pity?\nYou learn quickly, \nCause everything is done practical\nFeet on the ground, beneath the abstract and supernatural\nActual livin\' ain\'t factual, \nCause people have feelings\nSometimes we forget about the ceiling of human beings\nOr do they trap us on purpose?\nIs this an experiment, oppression of a menace, or just a circus?\nBelieve me,it will have consequencesThe street will rise form the canalization like the ninja turtlesYour defense will be worthless,You ain\'t raised by the streetThere\'s no stronger weapon than the rage of the streetBlazin with heatAnd on our back, there\'s the blazon of the streetEverybody is glazin on the sign with that we\'re phrasin ourselvesThe tattooEverybody is different, just as our mark on our flesh, (what\'s yours) Amaru, Assassinz, hip-hop, indie, MHP, Of, rap, Street, Tattoos, The, underground