Can't take a chance when from the start a chance was never giving its hard living and truly unforgiving
A prayer to god goes out to stop hate, but it's fate not god contolling destiny, a degree of life's misgiving
No where to turn and nothing to gain trying to escape the pain I find my mind confined within a 6x6 cell
A metaphorical prison of doubt, a drought filled with indecison counted down-n-out trapped in living hell
Life is fragile so I hold onto precious hours, my world collapsing around me like the Twin Towers falling
Life is drained from my soul melting me like acid rained, distorting and tilting the earth till I trip left crawling
Life's fallacy can be found in the brutalities-fatalities-ill mentalities faced with harsh realities-n-technicalities
A promising future turned to a cold-n-grim desolate dead end, desperate for a god send in all simplicities
Decisions made in haste coupled with bullets precision leave some slain, stain-n-leave a bitter after taste
Those who couldn't handle the problems that they faced leave us to reflect on the hurt in life's true waste
Perhaps leaving earth burried six feet under turf ending the anguish felt since birth chose the right path
Here are those broken hopes-n-shattered dreams unheard screams another intricate part of the world's wrath
When the sun no longer shines darkness reigns but this of a different kind, ice slowly spreads through the veins
Cold hearted as the glimpse of hope departs over the skyline steadily easing into decline and only fear remains
Fading slowly a silhouette of regret, a shadow of threat, people cry out in pain, in vain ignored by life's ignorance
Suspense is the high wire life balances upon fall-n-never see dawn, extinguished flames of lifes fire repents
An angel of the devil set upon our level haunts the spirits of those past and the souls of those steadfast
A final struggle fought to no avail does the uncertainty prevail? only to those who let it and surrender at last
Hope isn't giving to those who won't make it, take it and hold on, to succeed there's a need to make a sacrafice
To bend but not break, you find away to make your life enough-n-suffice, make-n-take the chance roll the dice...

Hook(x2)
Feelings of hurt, lifes pains can be forgotten for the moment in the myrical of well written refrains-n- lyrical relief
A simple painting of words that create feelings of empathy cause you can relate, a realse from the hurt-n-the grief
Instilling a new belief, a glimmer of hope, a shimmer of trust, an ascension deep comprhension of different kinds
That's why I kick these rhymes helpin me through the shitty times, these rhymes helping me trough shitty times
Cause one day I'm gonna get up out here and leave this hood and it'll be all good... it'll finally be all good.....

Feeling of entrapment, reelin' with the thought of never leavin' this place being trapped and held, forever bound
Battling the negativity, rattling in captivity, searching for anything surrounded in positvity trying to hold my ground
It seems I keep falling back, standing up to one attack faultering with the next 1 in this perplex-n-complex time
So with each line written out in text, voiced out through the microphone I try to find my own success, my prime
A time where I can finally relax, but now look at the facts, faced with a daunting task of conquerin' the impossible
Stopping the unstoppable, its an illogical thought, failure is probable but its the only way to make victory viable
The road of life's not paved with gold, dark-n-cold through the thorns of hate, the storms of fate, chance's grim
The sacrafice made only increase your chance of surviving, still shit outta luck-n-don't give a fuck, chances still slim
Haunted by the thoughts of failure it drags the daunted spirit down to points where action is taken with hesitation
Temptation ruins pure innocence, frustration is immense on the tenacious road, set for destructinon-n-devastation
Nothing adequate to quench the need, the seeds of jealousy and greed planted causing disunity in our community
Hard rising up from streets, instead of supporting one another we sabotage eachother in defeats of oppurtunity
The streets are a garden of weeds, the expiernce hardens the soul, but in the garden of weeds you can find a rose
Trying times expressed in the words I compose thats why a whole a generation, a nation can relate to these flows
Despite the stacked odds, the struggle's destined failure, destiny is never set in me, it can be changed and altered
Nothing is a guarentee on earth except burial in the turf, try to see through the pain, see through rain still blurred
One day the future will be clear, living without the fear, no need for tears after the end to long-n-pain-filled years
Long gone is the hard time, no more pain-n-hurt, no more death-n-dirt, finally a new way of life arrives-n-appears
Yea those will be the days as I grow old-n-gray, nothing left in life to pay, my sacrifices made, to rest I'm finally laid
But till then I ain't gonna quit, cuz thats it , your shit, your diminished, see I ain't surrender cuz I ain't ever finished
Nope simply Never|Finished... simply Never|Finished

Hook(x2)
Feelings of hurt, lifes pains can be forgotten for the moment in the myrical of well written refrains-n- lyrical relief
A simple painting of words that create feelings of empathy cause you can relate, a realse from the hurt-n-the grief
Instilling a new belief, a glimmer of hope, a shimmer of trust, an ascension deep comprhension of different kinds
That's why I kick these rhymes helpin me through the shitty times, these rhymes helping me trough shitty times
Cause one day I'm gonna get up out here and leave this hood and it'll be all good... it'll finally be all good.....