Still working on it but i gots this so far...

How is one suppose to grow old |
when the weather is so cold? |
Ya cant walk down the block anymore wearing certain colors |
The curtain is closed over the faces of the dead |
The color red stains the ground |
If you dont die from the first attack the wound |
Will bring ya down |
The family you have will frown |
Ya will become the talk of the town |
All because ya didnt know what was safe anymore |
Some niggas be scared now to go out the front door |
Packing heat to beat the fast pace of the street |
Others grab the mic and try to gain the flow over a rich beat |
Then the ones that dont stray off alone head and become part of the same fleet |
That killed the one they loved so much. |

Well thats it like I said im still working on it, but thats what I got for now.