Destiny To Die

We die in these streets as if it's fate blood boiled by tragedy'f hate so it hurts to see the brothers body dropped 4 more steps needed but his ass flopped runnin' with that make-shift crew he had little boys so soft tryna act bad yet to realize what we goota do die, get shot, and now we cryin' foo' but when eyes dry from teary state mournin' now as we make eerie wait destinies to die eyes feel dreary but I hope that the killa's fear me so I can in these streets breathe easy instead of clashin' live freely How can a brotha wipe his eyes dry endless the questions always ask why reflection of death in the mirror strong and able bodied paul bearers but even though foredestined to die In my heart I know we'll always cry we'll always cry