Blood on the streets coke is clean the meth is clear The weed is loud The hood is on fire While the police is listening to the wired calls The deals are done The frieds want some Dying in lonesome Wake up on a table Live until you unable (Dying without pride Living without sides Decaying without emotion )×3 Violence is way of life Penance is a maybe Looking for a wife cant get a witch Taking things downtown Im heaven bound While in this life Without a dream