Gang

They say once your in, there’s no way out Unless you’re wounded in a bed, or six feet under ground You step out into the streets Getting shot, without a witness to see Just lying there all blooded up With blackened pupils, and still breath Your homies comes across to see To realize their member has been shot and deceased But it’s not over, but then it may “An eye for an eye”, Is what they say Black on black crimes Latino’s killing their own Whites fighting themselves Mexicans stunt on their own Killing for what’s theirs And for what they want for themselves You step on their turf, be prepared to meet death No one else can see him Just your eyes alone Only they can feel his presence Tonight you won’t be going home What you bragged You weren’t afraid of Has come to see if it’s true Death puts his hands upon your shoulder You don’t know what to do As you look into his empty eyes You remember the takings of other’s lives Then you come to realize That your own people weren’t there To save your life Who do you have to look at now? Did they ever care once before? Or left you at your own bound You think hanging in gangs is cool But if you were smart You wouldn’t think like a fool Gangs you believe you’re committed to Are only playing games And making up their own rules You do this to yourself Because you have no one to depend on But the decisions you choose and chose to do leave you nowhere But inside a whole Now you’re gone and your family’s in pain How do you think they feel? knowing you left them Playing your own game © UNCLE SAM U.$ records