is it my ambition, to block certain dreams to my every decision, or is it the tension, that put the gun to my head, wishing death was dead, only to follow wat cant be led, is im fed up, for my living in the lower living, they trying to see me red up, i cant give thanks, because im never giving, is living suppose to be this way, where i cant stay at home, i got to go out and play, so many of my brothers dying everyday, only taxes is making me pay, is it a crime, that wen they get caught, they dropping them dimes, is they afraid of that time, too afraid they cant see the sunshine, where two hearts are felt, that me and you, girl, cant seem to collide, is it the my vision, that you cant seem to decide with the dreams my eyes, so you just going to walk away, never speaking to me another day, problems you cant stay, instead you just run away, is it my friends, success is so different, they cant seem to understand, how can they comprehend, wen stand on quick sand, how do i suppose to be a man, wen they trying to take me out with mental hands, it seem theres not a chance, for my kind to get an advance, so where is this world, everyday i see dying of innocent kids, is that the new trend, no more for the future, this is the end