There's a thin line between love and hate.
Both can kill you the same way, many can relate.
Standing on the block, a drive by with the foot on the gas
Police get the news, someone died, they just sit back and laugh
Say "It's just another murder."
No justice be the case.
Kill you from the back yet, smile in your face.
It's just another murder.
Love is pain
Yet hate is the same
The heart filled with the blood of love and joy
Get drained out and broken up like a water toy.
Run to the pastor, speak on how another heart done pass.
He pulls up a chair, put his feet up, just sit back and laugh.
Saying, "It's just another murder."
So I take this pencil and pad and begin to write.
Kill the negative and try to make things right.
Knowledge is filled with pain.
The heart is filled with the same.
Singing the old song, "Working on the Chain Gang" road.
Just waiting on another murder story to be told.