Life torn apart, you never even had a sure start.//
Ruined at tha age of 13, by your family and the streets.//
And now I sit here and preach, tryin to grab or reach.//

From the beginning you saw blood shed, the darkest flood red.//
Ya dad beatin ya mom, she's cryin in tha dark, almost dead.//
He's drinkin twenty four hours a day, so you sit and pray.//
That he just leaves, and that you make it through today.//
Tears pour out, you hear them, but you can't ignore shouts.//
Ya dad throws tha beer bottle, knockin ya mom out.//
Runs out tha house, with a piece of ya moms snagged blouse.//
Police come, sirens run, rememberin when everythin used to be quiet as a mouse.//

Life torn apart, you never even had a sure start.//
Ruined at tha age of 13, by your family and the streets.//
And now I sit here and preach, tryin to grab or reach.//

Ya bro's run gangs, when at first thought of as fun games.//
In tha streets they carry fame, but ruinin the family name.//
Warrants out for their arrest, and ya parents get no rest.//
As if the Great Lord’s test, but you need to get this off ya chest.//
Pray that they don’t come home dead the next night.//
You look up to them and for their life you’d fight.//
Blood drippin off hands dead bodies everywhere.//
Hidin weapons, when getting caught is somethin to fear.//

Life torn apart, you never even had a sure start.//
Ruined at the age of 13, by your family and the streets.//
And now I sit here and preach, tryin to grab and reach.//

Ya life gone down the tube, doing a job that’s kind of rude.//
Wearin skimppy outfits, runnin to tha dark sayin you weren’t a prude.//
Sellin yaself for money lettin guys touch you while u turn ya head.//
Layin down in tha bed, with him on top and ya legs spread.//
Bruises everywhere places not seen, from getting beat daily.//
Disgracin yaself and not just ya family, and you plead save me.//
Getting fed up with you life, and you think your nothin.//
Look in tha mirror, eyes swelled, thinkin you’ll never be somethin.//
The phone begins to ring, a person knocks on tha door.//
But its too late, you’ve already let the dark blood poor.//