If you were dead, you wouldn't be missed Sometimes you wish You did never exist, shot in the ghetto How lonely can you get? Where is his soul? I don't even know In any project or ghetto who knows? No boundaries between hate and love ♪ Kings of the streets, all over town Nobody's hero, poverty's sacred son Create just to hang on Dark was the color Deep under his skin, nobody knows what is like to be him That was the problem, he never cared at all Still in the night we hear his guns, always at war Fighting the law, I thought it was a deal in the dark ♪ Kings of the streets, all over town Nobody's hero, poverty's sacred son Create just to hang on ♪ So, you got busted, we know that's a fact Is in the papers TV's and mags, It was a payback For gangsta just like that, back in the hood The people would say, he died fighting Police all the way, late in the night The secret could be kept ♪ Kings of the streets, all over town Nobody's hero, poverty's sacred son