Whispering shots through the wind it breaks silence through the street
Shadows on the concrete flickering and fading into nothing with heat
Silent lucidity kept secret in the hood so many unanswered questions
Violence in the mind of war, gangs and drugs follows the quest-in
Grasping, gasping, twisting the thoughts the war into one spot
Lonely and cold in a room I see the war bodies dropped and shot
All alone, the child in me crying and dying, the dark room I see
Hurt by the people lying and spying on me as I roamed freely
Paranoia and schizophrenia the maniacs of the world in one place
Rambling like zombies caused by the wars in Iraq in front of my face

Trying to escape from diversity of casualties, people in they graves
If this is America land of the free, then why they fighting over slaves?
Over their misconceptions and they concerning the war’s intentions
Their guns is for their protection? So why they all in sections?
Were living in purgatory, trapped between heaven and hell
A horrible sight is outside the window nothing remaining well
Keep dreaming peace was our actuality in the war of brutality
The pain and malice, that comes from video games comes to reality

Sitting in pitch black, waiting for a flash to show us the white light
But instead I see the hatred in they eyes replacing the feeling of fright
The color red overpowering my eyes, the street war in a dark room
Blood trickles from my cheek this subconscious state brings my doom
I am lost in nothing the gutters in the street were covered by darkness
The hydrants watering the streets and washing down all the heartless
The war hasn’t ended it just begun, but im scared to see in the streets
From the distance I see flames and I hear alarms, but was it a defeat?