How broken can a city get
Have we no soul for our bros,
where there aint a hippie to say peace all the time
I know its ironic but it almost seems so unreal
A life can be flash within a second
Sometimes broken souls it's wat some become
That even me,
belief in the heavens
Pray to god even
I wish there was some sort of spell that I can change the pain,
and regret for others
But they aint!
And makes me wonder will there be joy left for our bros children
Or just an empty black hole sucking the life of its people
But in the end,
we are the ones who choose to see whether is the good or bad side of life
Though never forget
that life was given to us to live not kill