everyday he walks in the street wit a faked smile
he goes to a hiden place n´and reflect´s for a while
no one nows he is anotha nigga wit a suicidal mind
no one can see him, is like the world is blind
he suffers because of the sadness he embraced
its like god put us in this world, like pawns placed
feels like the only way out is blowin your brains
no one knows you until they see the blood stains
try to cry for help but your trapped in the chains
the guns there you can have it n´finish this 4 good
but youll remember your momma cryin in the place where your body stood
the times when you locked up your room and played the music out loud
your brains all over the wall being watch by a curious crowd
the people cryin cause anotha young nigga died
but they dont know the pressure that you everyday cried
there standing, the people that saw you deep in the eyes
neva helped in your suffering, jus saw time as it flies
but now is too late 4 comin back
cause no one can dodge death wit a trap.....