Even the hardest niggas on the block got they doubts
On where they gone end up when they life runs out
When your vision turns black and the world slowly fades
Whether your the victim of a murder or of just old age
You lay in your bed and question the realms of reality
Is heaven real or is it just a false security in spirituality?
We all walkin time bombs, we could drop at any moment
Brains go dead and our bodies lie forever dormant
So little time on this earth, yet we still act foolish
Stereotyping, racism, genocide, how could we do this?
With death at the door seems like we would've realized
A way to create a peaceful world those before us visualized
Or maybe its thought of death that makes us so wild
Why for, money, cars and jewelry, we always go that extra mile
In the morning your animated and in the evening your gone
It creeps up and siezes you with a grip so strong
That not even the healthiest people can escape it hold
So while you living always be yourself and be bold
Always speak your mind and stand up for whats right
For all you know death has his eye on you tonight


Just a quick drop that i'd like some feedback on, thanks for readin it

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"Lord forgive me, but he tried to kill me, somebody out there gotta feel me."
-Young Buck