They say I'm not even white
Been in the game all my life
Lost in the ways of drugs, ***, parties, and bullets
Fighting everyday just to survive
Well I'm not in the hood
I'm on the streets of a town
Known only as Slaughter
A state of its own
Streets paved with the bones of youth
Plants getting no water
Only ever rains blood
As you hear "Just the youth going wild" instead of sirens
It's no longer steel doors slamming
It's guillotine bullets chopping of hearts
As they speed through the chest of a son or daughter
A soul that fell victim to the game
Another person never mourned in the hood