home sweet home
must have been one time
when everything cost a dime
now it's a scene of a crime
taped up and blocked off
somebody got knocked off
last thing they heard
was a knock on the door
no one heard the spark
pit bulls always bark
at the shadows in the dark
mama cries she has to
get up and go identify
her fatherless child
homies cry but do they
really care by the time
the casket drops their
back out there ready to lay
another a body down
there no end to this
deadly kiss raping and
robbing innocents
a child running pockets
until he spent don't
blame him his mama
can't give him fifty cent
for some hot fries so he
he turns into a stickup kid
hanging out with bad guys
wearing a disguise
his mama in Las Vegas
turning it up while her
child in the streets
burning it up about
to get murk snatching
the wrong mothers purse
putting in work
lost his life coz, the
streets always talk