No calls no text stressing
Hour after hour pressing
Lonely nights we hate
Praying through another court date
Never know what day is the last
If only he could leave the streets in the past
All the shoes and cars
Haunted by the nightmare of bars
Another fatherless kid
Another one of our men doing a bid
Fear got you choked
Drugs got him smoked
They rap it we live it
Money made by supply that hit 💉💊
Can't turn away we're deep in this now