My Front Window
My front window, portal to the world
seein' 99 brothas gettin' killed
and as they bodies fall it's crazy
that this genocide don't phase me
it self-inflicted by brothas bigga
every time we pull the trigga
got someones liquor hittin the curb
but the killa's smoke hella herb
after bloodin' up my window
almost wish I had some of they endo
to blurry up the things that I be seein'
lord forgive em we're such insolent beings
why do we kill all so indiscriminent
walkin' through the hood with criminal intent
It hurts but are bodies gotta drop
lives like hell gettin' rocked in da hood nonstop
Copyright © Christopher Williams | Year Posted 2005
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