Death Is Calling

The gangs in my neighbor hood Is like death It's killing the people And everything inside the neighborhood Buildings crashing like dead bodies People falling Now life is crawling With non-existing life Calling out death is ready to take over Death is calling with a bad sense of odor There's no good luck like a for leaf clover The world is done it's truly over Now the world is filled with Poor wives And no lives And willing to kill And still be able to walk It lime a gun wen it pops People drop non-stop