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
Copyright © Sevahn Delray | Year Posted 2015
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