Another R.I.P shirt
Another rip shirt
another funeral
Wearing all black in the summer
Ain't nothing new to you,
And gun shots at night starts to sound like a musical.
You gotta lot of friends, not really most of them fake.
The closest ones to u are either gone or to busy chasing money while running in place,
They running for cake,
You running for safe,
U running from hail
They running from mace
Another rip shirt
another body bag,
Big homie supplying protection,
It ain't karate class.
U gotta crazy homie
And he ain't got no dreams,
But both of y’all from the side
of the bob wired fence where the
Grass ain't green.
Where his day consists of ashing blunts and passing lean,
You’re tryinna figure out the difference between a clip and a magazine.
Another rip shirt
another toe tag,
kids blood on the wall but they’re worried bout forcevly orphaned cats,
Boohoo, so sad
Just another statistic, no dad.
Another rip shirt
Another street name,
Where blood stains and bullet shells only get washed by the cold rain.
And opertunity knocks but your stuck with window pain
Of knowing the same corners wher u played the game not it
where the final resting places of body's with soulless eyes that wouldn't close even though u held down the eye lids.
Another rip another box of tissues,
for the moms that just lost a son
and for the brothers that just lost a
sister eanoyhtrtcfor the fathers that just lost a daughter
and the family that just lost eachother
what a way to suffer
Another rip shirt, another corrupted soul, l
how do you live knowing you've
added to the death toll?
How do u have kids with a man you don’t even know?
How do u forgive a father who ain't get to see u grow?
How do u not be so useless?
How do u contribute to a society who a couple years ago didn't think you were human.
Another rip shirt, another
casket.
Advance ha!, they don’t y even know the basics.
Another home that’s built like a basement. Never seen an addict, yet the living room of addicts
That’s stuck up on that base n
Let’s face it
This where our children live how long you gone keep screaming let our children live.
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