Good smoke outside my window
Hearing cries, it's hard to sleep at night
Brad shells far from the ammo
Blue and red, I can't see through the light
I do the night so bright
I got body bags stuck in my conscience
Bullets flying through the sky so fast I can't miss
Getting up to sleep at night
Surrounded by this violence
Body bags left in the street as it goes silent
* up my conscience
But this ain't a sign cause outside bullets fly
Can't I run that high cause it's too late
Go to church with the family on a Sunday
Getting killed on a Tuesday
Eating your flowers but it's too late
Walking hard since all I know
Body bags is all I see around my city
I live in hell, come in with me
Close my eyes, I think too much
And then I get to tripping
Traumatized
Cause I've seen too much
I think I'm about to give it
* that, I'm a sole survivor
Good kid, mad city
All in the streets to get with you
Gun smoke outside my window
Hearing cries, it's hard to sleep at night
Brad shells far from the ammo
Blue and red, I can't see through the light
I do the night so bright
I got body bags stuck in my conscience
Bullets flying through the sky so fast I can't miss
Getting up to sleep at night
Surrounded by this violence
Body bags left in the street as it goes silent
* up my conscience
Nobody say
Too much murder in my city
None of the killers take a break
Can't I trust a * soul cause all the real gon' turn out fake
Smile in your face and turn around and leave you in the case
Baby boy ain't coming home
Left that on side the road
Family blowing up the phone
Just another stay on channel nine
Bullets flying, niggas dying
Damn, I really miss my niggas
But I couldn't save em from the triggers
Keep my head up on the swift
We come out like and then you'll kill ya
Spend my life in the streets






Spend my life in the streets

I've been in blocks again
It's been the * again
Trying to make * that you did
Body filling up a lair
Seeing all of this all my life is * with my head
Battling with my conscience every time I go to bed
Gun smoke outside my window
Hearing cries it's hard to sleep at night
Bradshaw's far from the ammo
Blue and red I can't see through the light
I do the night so bright
I got body bags stuck in my conscience
Bullets flying through the sky so fast









Fast like comets
Gettin' up to sleep at night
Surrounded by this violence
Body bags live in the street
As it goes silent
* up my conscience
I got body bags
Stuck in my conscience
Bullets fired through the sky
So fast like comets
Gettin' up to sleep at night
Surrounded by this violence
Body bags live in the street
As it goes silent
* up my conscience
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