Philly Street Stories

Yo, gather 'round, story 'bout some fucking street rats, real thug tales,

From blind to myopic, then kings of Philly’s trails,

Humor in the hustle, but death in the air, let’s get it!

Three blind mice, yeah, they lost their sight,

Gropin' in the dark, now they got the light,

Growing the fuck up tough, in the city of crime,

Now they snatchin' cheese, every dollar, one lick at a time.

Street rats, no more squeakin', they be eatin' steak and fries,

Hoagies so damn fat, got fucking eyes on the prize,

Ops lookin' sideways, they’re takin’ shots,

Big rat gang, makin’ moves, connectin’ the dots.

From fucking blind to beast, now they can see,

Snaggin’ keys and cheese by any decree,

South Philly streets, they fucking runnin’ it wild,

Rats in the game, with a mischievous smile.

They grew up, they blew up, straight outta the dark,

Cheesesteak kings, playin’ they part,

Livin’ loud on these Philly streets,

Rats takin’ out the ops, feel the fucking heat.

But hold on, y'all, let's switch the scene,

Little Bo-Peep lost her sheep in Zombieland’s sheen,

Smokin’, snortin’ coke, fucking breakfast was meth,

The damn sheep are gone, now she’s bouncin’ with death.

Kensington’s chaos, a zombie parade,

Livin’ for the fucking thrill, just gettin’ paid,

Madness at dawn, chaos at night,

Zombieland’s playground, ain't no end in sight.

She lost her flock, but gained a fight,

Survivin’ the madness, holdin’ tight,

Through smoke and shadows, she’s still here,

A zombie queen with a crown of fear.

Lost her sheep but found her groove,

In the streets of Zombieland, makin’ moves,

Snortin’, smokin’, wastin’ her days,

Broken dreams in a toxic haze.

In West Philly, little old lady lives in a fucking shoe,

Kids spillin’ out, what’s a lady to do?

They Turned to a gang of thugs, flipping keys from a shoe,

Murder in the streets, what’s a lady to do?

But some kids flipped the script ', went to law and med,

Left the streets of chaos, so they could step ahead,

Fucking Raised in trouble, still chasin' new dreams,

From the gutter to the glow, they’re bustin’ seams.

Then there was Jack and Jill, yeah, they ain’t climb no damn hill,

Drove down 95, found a new place to chill,

Bought a house in Delaware, changed the scene,

From fucking crazy to boss, livin’ the dream.

They escaped fucking madness, found some peace,

From Philly thug life to the suburban lease,

Life’s a wheel, sometimes it spins,

From blind to kings, where do we end?

From rats to riches, tales unfold,

Street stories, stories told,

Philly streets, always real,

Hard times made the steel.

So here’s the story of mice and men,

From blindness to angles, through dead ends,

Laugh through the pain, keep it street, keep it tight,

Philadelphia tales, into the night.