Little Somn Off My head
My society does not consist of suit and ties
It consist of random acts of violence followed by the helpless cries
Brought up and raised in this neighborhood, sought out to be a criminal
They ain't afraid to let you know, expections of you are at the minimal
End up dead, in the pin, or the hospital
Die by their hand or by their bullet in the pistol
It's not all bad tho their's still a ray of hope
Like the little kids who would rather play, then drink kill or smoke
It's not a mind state its hard to murda man
But i dont give a fuck when it comes to hurta man
You just gotta learn how to let the coldness settle in
Where you just dont give a fuck, fuck it, bring the war, who wants to start battlin
We dont ever seem to dream or have nightmares, cuz to us it's reality
Welcome to our world, another victim of society
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