Fuck I saw the blood splattered on the concrete
History speaks
Feeling like i can't compete
angry
when does the wound close
wanting to strike back but only one close to me is those i know
so i explode in anger
can't solve my inner danger
if i am a stranger to me
so is society
but the splattered blood
shows me this isn't good
that we die in the streets
chasing what we can't beat
can't see
so we eat ourselves
constantly blaming someone else
that's associated with the pain
but it's hard to explain
so i dress up sane
cursing in shame
white man
black man
no one understand that i can't speak
so i disobey all laws
except the Laws Of The STREETS
Sometimes we choose the streets
Being kept by both parents from the ills of society
Like you can stop the life inside my blood
House full of love
But I want to be a thug
And my first crush was a homeless slog
And I wanted to get it home
Having my name known
Money outside my pops vision
Ain't nothing wrong with the way they raised me but i want a betta livin'
I'm being called soft because all they have given
My peers need to see
I can survive in the streets
Stack money like the elite
And make them work for me
And if need be
They gone fear me
I ain't nothing like my Daddy
I thought I heard footsteps
Silence pounding in my ear
I scream
Is anyone there
The walls don’t speak
The steps don’t squeak
It’s only me
But fear doesn’t turn the page
Blowing branches in the window continues to alarm me
So I stay balled up with the covers to my cheek
In old houses they say is where dead people be
And I’ll never sleep
So I have to take a peek
So I tiptoe to the door
Fist balled ready to go to war
But the carpet is soft
With that fleeting thought I lost
Barrel of the gun pressed against my ear
WHISPER is here
Never seen him coming
