In the shadows where the echoes of the gunshots creep

In the shadows where the echoes of the gunshots creep, Silent screams in the night, while the innocent weep, Tales of the streets, where the heartbeats skip, Survival's a game, but we’re losing our grip. Mama's crying, wondering where the love went, Lost in the chaos, every moment’s a rent, Dreams turn to nightmares, the reality’s bent, In the land of the brave, but the fear’s omnipresent. Brothers fall like leaves in the autumn chill, Chasing paper dreams, but they pay with the kill, Life's a battlefield, and we’re caught in the thrill, While the world turns cold, our hearts stay still. Guns in the hands of the youth, where’s the hope? Fighting for a future, but we struggle to cope, These streets got a grip, like a noose or a rope, In a cycle of violence, where we barely elope.