Through the Time looking for the better days
You’re trying, but can't find a clever way
Following the cash never getting paid
Asking yourself why it came how it came!
Doubting your every move struggling arrive
Collapsing in tears you begin to cry
Seeking a better future help me god
All I need is faith in my lovely soul
Won’t stop until I reach the very top
Street poetry deep within being told
No joke I just call it how I see it
Violence everywhere can you peep this?
A city where the murder rate is high
It's death after death cannot simply lie.