Bloody Murder
How many people would kill just to say they made it?
They pull the trigger to get respect, in the hood they try to make it
With a hood on they life gt taken, with it off they still get hatred
Got us all wonderin' how we survive with the different racs
Lets face it, ain't enough time in the world for us to stay still
To ease their pain they take a pill
To try to heal
It's way too late
Mothrs cry out " Bloody Murder" as her child's blood spills
Into the street
She'll never know the killers motive
As if to try and cope, she takes 3 doses
Ends up overdosin'
Now her son buries his mother and a brother
If it isn't one thing it's another
As months pass his pain is faded
How many people would kill just to say they made it?
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