The assault rifle bursts
Punctured the pristine façade of each and every
Window, door, and walls or the vehicle of life
Piercing the veil of false security that we all live behind
Bullets tearing through the bodies of those gentrified
Forced to dwell behind these war torn walls
But In the end they find their way again
To their homes and people
These neglected abused people almost mist like
The Fog plumed through the gunshot holes in the train windows as if the souls of those
Who lived behind those walls had forgotten
They garnered the attention those 50 caliber rounds
That now allow souls to sneak out and in
Is that what all this rap is about?