Same nightmare all over again,
6 or 7 bullets that pierced my light brown skin.
Why do we kill and why do we hate,
why do we try, at the end we all end up in the same place.
I been grave sick, I think I lived through too much,
even though I'm young death wants to keep in touch.
Another tear running down my chin slowly,
I wonder why we cry and I wonder why the streets makes us so lonely.
So before you take another life and before you can say you did it,
you\\\'re taking family tears and you\\\'re also taking another mom\\\'s spirit.
