How many people would kill just to say they made it?

They pull the trigger to get respect, in the hood they try to make it

With a hood on they life gt taken, with it off they still get hatred

Got us all wonderin' how we survive with the different racs

Lets face it, ain't enough time in the world for us to stay still

To ease their pain they take a pill

To try to heal

It's way too late 

Mothrs cry out " Bloody Murder" as her child's blood spills

Into the street

She'll never know the killers motive

As if to try and cope, she takes 3 doses

Ends up overdosin'

Now her son buries his mother and a brother

If it isn't one thing it's another

As months pass his pain is faded

How many people would kill just to say they made it?