Ruins In The Streets (Unfinished)
A song that I recorded but never finished in 2006
Lyrics
Yea man, there ain't no escaping the motherf*** ing struggle.
It's guns, death, murder, it's street, it's whatever.
For murders that surface no apparent reason.
Kids screaming, no breathing, just demons tripliphied scheming.
This is what happens when you step into the ring of death.
Guns, gangs, drug reigns, blood stains, coke, and meth.
Ain't nothing left just suburbanized living.
Bloods and crips and all the fallen brothers in prison.
I roam with beasts trapped within the depth of these streets
Where murders don't concern us, stay strapped with the heat
In the killers zone, where the killers roam
With the .44 chrome that'll bust and shatter your bones
This is my throne, where I distribute my drugs
And I won't hesitate to open your stomach like the case of a slug.
