Deadly streets

It’s good to be alive

Some days it’s good, some days it’s bad

But the world ain’t justified

Dont you see that gods Mad

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We’ve been burying the dead,

For as long as I can remember

Ain’t seen so much red

This world is a fake pretender

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Yet, I still say this is a good life

Just a colored child afraid of the streets

Numb to all the strife,

And the fatal defeats

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They think they have it made

Still believe we are wrapped in some chains

But once we break from this cage

They’ll be the ones in some pain