In my mind theres times where I feel I shouldnt be alive

but I look up to the sky and my wonders seem to die

cause the man up there can aswer any who or why

will know how any man had died

and why that little girl still cries

we all end up to die and that is no surprise

but surprise still blows my mind when i see murders with my eyes

we're fighting for the peace but still hostility will arise

and it happens over again until its hard to see the light

the darkness seems to take us down

the ones that are happy now seem to frown

and it really dont matter black, white, or brown

theres crime upon this city and every city thats around

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