If there's a god how come he sends some to their slaughter?
there's people who cant afford to bury their son or their daughter
fuck using big words to boast im just saying the truth
if were all gods children how come some are slaying our troops?
some think were good bad normal or evil hearted
every war thats ever raged thats what people started
the whole worlds a battlefield so bodies pile up
all we ever seem to hear is sorries cries, FUCK
you gotta be a little crazy in this world to survive
life is like a father trying to get over his little girls suicide
almost hopeless, sometimes you gotta sacrafice your soul
all these mcs talk about is that their strapped with ice thats old
why cant they talk about whats really going on?
the mcs who sell the most really aint flowing strong
i should of used my last breath to resurect jesus
so i can ask him if his father is really there to lead us
Many people wanna be something that aint really them
in these senseless times the relentless rhymes i paint barely end
everybody wanna be scarface instead of choosing carlitos way
every chapter of my childhood trauma im gonna eat those days
spit out the remains in raw rhymes over haunting beats
ask yourself do you really live around daunting streets?
now answer truthfully dont be afraid dont be a punk and lie
when was the last time you saw a pregnant women drunk and high?
never probably, but where im from thats a cold fact
i work for a pittance so i dont see dough stack
i live around junkies who are fiending for their next score
oh i forgot theirs a peadophile living next door
REALITY is hard to take and what you just read is mine
me and the people i know function but were dead inside
i cant say nothing even close to fake cause that just aint me
i give my demons brushes cause they got the knowledge to paint me.
This is just 2 verses of just real shit.
The first verse i pretty much my view of the world.
The second verse is my reality and my neighbourhood.