This Life Bleed
I hope you find what you searching for deep in the streets
Where the soul reaper creeps taking babys everyday. He stole them away in the crack houses where their mothers now lays. Only to know in getting high death paves.
Her days its simply a wait, begging Lord take her today
In addition, this life style is not a phase, this is how we live everyday
Know it. See it. breath it ,all we can do is be it...
The search is on everyone looking real deep,
Yet the more we see, the less we believe that this life is to be
Young bloods fading from the streets over- flow in these grave yards
Hoods forgotten stars live only to die this, a short stay of mine
Yet this is to be our life try to get out once
And granted you will die in your trys, for every hustler gone
Ten more rise, this is not the game, this is our streets
When you really look, you will always see
The many evidence of this life bleed