all I know

all I know is hoods stick up kids selling stolen goods drug dealers and fiends thugs soul stealers and teens in their thirteens packing machines that'll rapture spleens over a few chains and handful of green so be humble them shorties make triple ogs crumble razor blade made homies bare their shame kill or be killed for the fame one day we all b gone but they'll carry on our flame born n raised scorned n hazed thorn n crazed my minds Is in a daze can't find what's burn in a vengeful blaze 2 late for forgiveness nothing but hate from the old missus only thing left is the children son of God son of man all for them