Little Jamie never had a chance
Born to a family that lived in indigence
Good kid forced to a life a crime
Just to bring in the dimes
He's struggling to make ends meet
Sellin' dope out on the street
If he'd been born to a different situation
He'd be away from the streets of damnatio

On the streets(the unforgiving streets)
On the streets(the cold, dark, bitter streets)
On the streets(the streets of damnation)

Little suzan lives with her brother
And her abusive mother
Never knew her alcoholic father
The never gave a **** for each other
Ten years later she's a filthy hoe
Just makin' enough to buy her dope
If she'd been born to a loving family
She wouldn't be dying of misery

(This part rapped)
It's a uncommpassionate world we livin'
Everybody is so money drivin'
Everybody's takin', nobody's givin'
Some people take up crime just to make a living
If everybody wasn't so intolerant to the needy
If everybody wasn't so ****ing greedy
There be no poverty, no crime on the streets
Take it to the chorus, give me the beat!!!!!!!!

It's nice to have a place to sleep away from the cold streets
Soft pillows, warm bed sheets, shure beats cardboard on concrete
We take so much for granted, everything we own
While there's people out there, who got no home

You got no money and you got no home
The cold, dark, lonely street is where you roam
You got no family to care for you
You got no friends to see you through
Cold streets... End
With an irresistible blend of reggae induced hip-hop and catchy pop-punk hooks, Half Chance Heroes captivates audiences with their unique sound and energetic stage show. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8bSU0u8uvM