They want to poison your mind, to infiltrate your heart
leave you cold in the dark
then confiscate your spark
Misleading young souls, that’s a shame
he thought the image, was real
and fell in love, with the rap game
He thought he was gangsta, but lacked the skill
with a undisipline mind
he fell asleep, behind the wheel
You caused families to change
I guess they caught a bad deal
But how do you feel, to take the life of an innocent kid
you still thinking, that your wayne or wiz
You followed a fib, and paid the price, of a sucker
and you straight from the burbs
you never suffered in the gutter
Observe
how the fame, is got us killing, each other
mortality is leaving, plus, from what I’m seeing
over multiple reasons
to save the, kids from demons
Written by: St. Scalesaveli (Alien Artform)