by David Wallace Dec 4, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
Violent upbringings leading to murders in the nation/ Heart beating fast racing coke and arm and hammer lacing/ In the hood this is the type of life we be facing/ Blood engraved in the ground tears from eyes emancipating/ Another nigga dead now tell me the reasons/ Cause we never had a chance of life we were born as heathens/ We were born with nothing traveling a road not chosen/ A shortcut 2 despair no wonder heads be rolling/ Tears falling hearts are frozen pain is visible/ Leading to the misery and the results are critical/ The life is miserable seeing painful visuals/ Telling our stories from the mental 2 the instrumentals/ Don't let no 1 tell u different we all our special/ Don't let no 1 cage you in unleash the animal/ Break out the ghetto put the medal 2 the medal/ Cause no 1 can hold u back that is only if u let them/ |
by Laura
Its deep but true |