Left the city, my momma she said don't come back home These kids round' killin each other, they lost they minds, they gone They quittin' school, making babies and can barely read Some gone off to their fall, lord have mercy on them One, two, three, four, your cousins is round' here sellin' dope While they're daddies, your uncle is walking round' strung out Babies with babies, and their tears keep burning, while their dreams go down the drain now Are we really living or just walking dead now? Or dreaming of a hope riding the wings of angels The way we live The way we die What a tragedy, I'm so terrified Day dreamers please wake up, we can't sleep no more Love don't make no sense, ask your neighbor The winds have changed
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