War on Broadway

I walk down the road, have to run and hide.

Why can't I have fun and survive?

All my friends think drugs,guns and illegal money are right.

I want to survive and live on to stop these fights.

I see a red pool is it his or hers, the thoughts make me fall to the curb. 

I see the lights coming from afar, I hear the sirens and squael of tires.

Is this another friend that will be set afire.

Will I have to see more ashes thrown to sea, why can we not just live life war free....