In the silhouettes of silence the regrets of violence maintain in the mundane city streets... but here remorse will leave you slain, the pain of hesitation leaves you in devestation in your defeats...
never found it in me to trust, bound by this unjust placement in the ghetto... placed in the forefront of danger, blunt and anger inside released with a quik draw of the siletto... but why live by the knife if you die by the gun? a life without sun in darkness is like another day in hell... the evil-n-decietful hate is just simple fate yet one day i plan of rising out of the shadows casting of the curse, the spell... so i kick these rhymes to help me through the shitty times despite the stress seein' me becomin' less world lying heavy on my chest still its all good cuz one day I'm gonna leave this hood... its all good, all good...