Written by: Prince Ekpemandu

The few i call my brothers
Are turning into niggas
those cute little things i couldn't take my eyes off
They've all ran off
To the deprived lands
In the city of lost souls
I want to join them
How i wish i could be them
But you cant make any different by being like everyone else

Happy home! happy homes
turning into obituary grounds
For those who lost there soul
To confusion

Play grounds turning into pimp grounds
Lass turning to guards
Belittling those things we stand for.....