Life
Life is hard
Doesn't matter who your are
People cry everyday
Because their house is getting taken away
I see people on the streets
Running faster than my heart beat
Yelling O' God O' God why me?
Burglars stay burglarizing
Trying to take people money
Knowing they have to pay their rent by monday
Now it really get rough when you never want to say goodbye
Especially for a family member who just died
Ask God why he never answered back
My family told me he was doing crack
Last time i saw him he was in a gang
The only sound i heard was bang bang bang
The sound of gun shots made me insane
trying to get away on the run away train
I couldnt go far , i had to jump soon
As soon as it hit night
That was the end of my LIFE
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