I've been seeing children breast feeding their penurious newly borns While poverty-stricken, in the pit of their homes. Others pursue death as their only hope. It is hell i tell you, These streets with charcoal And gun smoke drove my brothers and sisters Into a deep dark hole, where the cry of the lost was never heard, both had no drivers license, So they smashed on thick walls during their way back home. so we held sermons and praised, we even worshiped with faith songs To harmonies their souls. _ ****, and **** only paved the way to the crucial storms, we woke up yesterday it eroded the soul out of her, I tried to perform CPR on her senseless brain, but she was too deep to rescue, This long road leads to lucifer's door But their smoked minds knocked maybe twice, or even more. they couldn't heed from the morns Of the demons behind those dark ghetto edges holding marijuana and silver guns on the other hand, they hallowed for a hand, but too bad we were too scared they were already dead.