aight im new here, so if ive fukd this post up sum1 tell me..............

i aint got a chorus yet but heres wati got so far...........

(verse 1)
this shit ive seen is no joke//
i gotta dream with no hope//
i sit n breathe in the smoke n feel like a fiend with no dope//
the grass is greener it seems from this side of the fence//
theres no denial bout the trial we survivin against//
ive seen grief in the eyes of a man getting a new lease//
n "peace" in the eyes of a man buyin a "2 peice"//
ironic aint it, ive seen a body seperate from its soul//
in scotlandwhere the freezin weathers take'n its toll//
ive seen police patrol in cold to protect the upper class//
but never where there needed neglectin the other half//
a muder in the burbs n its makin the cover pages//
a murder round here n its labled as drug related//
ive seen a starven child// ive seen a pedophile with just the right frineds to get a parden trial//
they carve'n smiles in the faces of harden juveniles//
its a cover up of the goverment thats been fuckin up//

(chorus)

(verse 2)
its like, ma life, ma pride,right my my side//
i keep write'n, when the lightnin strikes from the sky//
its frightnin, but i focus and i fight n i stive//
it seems hopeless, i wrote this with a knife by my side//
tryn to cope with, this crisis seems lifeless inside//
soldiers, out fightin with there rifles on mines//
so from the depths of the trenches//
to when u slept on the benches//
lept from the ledges but sumhow kept all ur senses//
shit......i watch the newz trippin//
sittin in sandals flickin through channels hands twitchin//
sick of the scandles listen//
ive seen a baby shake'n from scrack in its system//
on its bak n by passes had to b passed through its system//
ive seen woman who cant even have any children//
while brenda throws her baby in the trash at the bak of a buildin//
ive seen a masked villin slashin n stabbin woman, stahsin the gat after the killin, rapidly stackin his victims//

(chorus)

(verse 3)
see u can train this thug image//
but when u stray in the slums where the realy sprayin the slugs ul get layd in the mud twitchin//
im sayin, enough talk about ur maybak, shut up pick a routine//
ur either street or u glisten n gleam//
its 1 or the other tho, dont switch in between//
u live'n ur dream, but we aint got no stretch limozine//
or sittin in seats with our names stiched in the seam//
or in vid-e-os with the same shitty hoes in every sickinin scene//
or in a castle, with a taberknackle fit for a queen//
we bein hastled, n shackled from out wrists to our feet//
we in a battle, just stop n take a glimps of the scene//
n this message from ur average miss treated teen//
u aint gotta look far, theres a ghetto in every "city of dreams"//
but they dont show u on ur televison screens//
its a sickness, this twisted and sadistic machine//
would rather broadcast vicious ficticous scenes//
wishful thinking....................