Ghosts of the Sidewalk

picture the spirit of a baby outline in chalk missing his first words and never had a chance to talk listen to his cry calling for mama unable to save him so he dies facing drama why god why is her only replied hearing no answer so tears contiune to fall from her eyes hate to walk down her own street there lies her baby rest in peace hoping she can be strong only to hear the spirit saying mama hold on you did nothing wrong ghosts of the sidewalk listen to the soul talk picture the shells of an innocent victim the shells telling the victim why they pick him my owner was broke and afraid thought life was a joke and begging for the grave afraid of change plus couldn't handle the pain his passion was flirting wit death and blood stains forgive me for striking you pardon me cause i could have jam so he couldn't kill you instead i took your precious life sorry only if i can make it right ghosts of the sidewalk listen to the soul talk picture the thoughts of crack thinking why i get sold in packs why do i have people falling apart innocent kids watching their families being torn apart why do i make them steal,rob or even worst kill is it the fix or that two minutes hit could it be my thrill is it the mix or do they love my glass dick whatever it maybe please somebody destroy me i cant take no more ghosts of the street calling me ghosts of the sidewalk listen to the soul talk