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Who can heal the wounds or bring back our loved ones?
The last of our days loom, 'cause we regress and hide behind sex filled croons and progress in our pain and ganstafied tunes.
We inhale the toxic fumes of hate, leaving us the fate of increasing deaths to date.
We never love just infatuate with lust that never sates the hurt it creates.
We're slowly losing our sanity in a world filled with inhumanity.
All we know is the harshness of reality and breathe the air of animosity.
I feel the pains of our mentality which brings a stormy quiet in me.
As the ignorant down us in these streets we can't trust.
Testifying how our brothas are dying, our sisters are struggling and tryin', and our mothers are crying.
It's now life or death is real with every breath.
Do or die is how most survive while feeling the heat of the streets.
Even if you make it to the top, there's no guarantee you won't be stopped. Take a look at Biggie and Pac.
You can't let yourself tire.
You must stay alert because you are always in the line of fire.
