This is life in the jungle
Where bullets are the muscle
And the one behind the gun is a coward undercover
That cowers under covers
Everytime he sees another
Coward with a glock 40 looking for reasons to tussle 
But rumbles never take place
You just see bullets fly
And it's encouraged until yo best friend is the one who dies
Then you the one thats crying and sighing wondering why
They had to take your guys soul and put in the sky 
But trust you're not the only one
I also lost a friend
From people wilding with violence tryna get caged in
I miss that friend to this very minute 
That's why I pray for hoods when that's not what I lived in
No I didn't 

I really didn't know how I would make it
Losing all the ones I loved most
But I had to keep my head up high
That's when I saw my visions in the sky
Of a better day
Doing things the better way 
Living in a better day