See the little boy, george looking for joy, had heart, but no toys,
Coys, lays out his mental doubt, had to change up his route,
Caught the early daze, of crime wayz, saw a wicked blaze,
Didnt get the message, but shocked by the, grandmaster,
Five stages of death, he thinking, like what's left, but theft,
Grew up a ***** up, only to feed his soul, full of corrupt,
And now the drugs up, guns is up, on stake out clutch,
Watching the five o's, dont matter the taste scenarios,
Caught a stiff case, cold blows, nose grows, addiction chose,
The paths of demons, raging with wrath, burnt from the aftermath,
We used to laugh, but now all he has, Is dead memories, sad
Mother and dad, gone not too long, before he break the gong,
Suicidal thoughts, from images brought, paying attention,
Listen, flashes of nine millie ticking, instincts, is just tricking,
Out the pain, inferred dotted pain, waiting, to season his brain,
Will he ever recover again, drugs taking, over his domain,
Motherless child, across the mile, worlds gone senile, style,
Pass a nile, tell me how can I smile, shank the joker, mental,
Wild and how, every where I see is foul, and oh how, blaow,
Streets gone wild, the little boy, stuck in dead mans, pile,
Late night, blew his fuse, early morning 6 o'clock news,
Who knew, the same ****, keeps happening, rapping,
Another cold sheets, soon to meet, at the crossroads,
With many bones, and thugs, with pieces of slugs, of souls dug,
Let's break this recipe, for the disaster, peace is the master,
Over war, soar, ya feelings to the ceilings, by pass deaths billings
