I'm standing in the heat.
Blood and tears just life in the streets.
Eternally bleeding with a heart of a beast.
Trap in a street war but still hoping for peace.
An eye for an eye a rule that can't be beat.
In the eyes of my enemies I'm just fresh meat.
I'm just a soldier with a pride that can not be shake.
Walking through the neither world with a heart that ache.
Born and raise in streets I'm just a tool for war.
Love,hate,and envy the basic ingredients for war.
Living with no emotion my heart is trap behind this brick wall.
Fighting against families watching as our empire falls.
So I'm smoking to calm my nerves my words are superb.
No my words are lethal my life is full of action yes I am a verb.
Plus I'm addicted to green.
That's right I'm addicted to money and weed.
They said pain is not always good but pain is all I see.
It's like I'm lost at sea my soul is just going with the breeze.