Testo Streets

Gravel cutting up my feet
Rather be out on the streets
Bruises cuts on my knees

Take the trolly just to see
Where I used to bleed
Just some kids with some dreams
I’m relapsing on me
And BLESSED BE
I promise I’m all that I need
Running low on sleep
I’m trying to see where this leads

Oh let it be
Blessed be
Blessed be