Life in the City

How broken can a city get Have we no soul for our bros, where there aint a hippie to say peace all the time I know its ironic but it almost seems so unreal A life can be flash within a second Sometimes broken souls it's wat some become That even me, belief in the heavens Pray to god even I wish there was some sort of spell that I can change the pain, and regret for others But they aint! And makes me wonder will there be joy left for our bros children Or just an empty black hole sucking the life of its people But in the end, we are the ones who choose to see whether is the good or bad side of life Though never forget that life was given to us to live not kill