the world should be better than this...
damn the politics most of the world still suffering over the 9-11 shit...
i spit the hard shit that comes straight from the heart...
at your heart is where the red beams be aim in the dark...
prepared for judgement day waiting so i can get thru them doors...
cause my life is hard i know ya'll dont understand only lord knows...
what i been thru and what i had seen...
from driveby's to my friends moma turning into a dope fiend...
it seem, everybody is loosing their lives in a hurry...
from young kids growing up getting raised off driveby's i'm worried...
i ain't afraid to cry when i got something to cry for...
like the littile girl the police shot what is life for...
if it can get taken away so easily by some fool with a gun...
dear lord can your hear me can you respond to your son huh...
its like we waitin just to die...
watching the tears fall slowly and the emotions in my moma eyes as she cry...
try growing up your whole life without witnessing happiness...
imagine your whole child hood ducking bullets from promised hits...
dear lord have mercy on our souls...
we dying cause we killing ourself with guns let the story be told...