All the young boys wants to be thugs

experimenting with all the harmful drugs

at thirteen he took his first pull, at fifteen he popped his first pill

his brain is fading and his future is going down the hill

Sixteen he was a fein, thirsty to live that thug life

that kept him out all night, high as the sky

drunk as hell, the bottle  dropped when he fell

As blood rushed from his chest his life flashed before his eyes

the same streets he was born and raised

where the same streets that sent him to his grave.

the high is not worth all the tears in your mothers eyes

when she's just received the news that her last son has died

started with five now the one she prayed would survive was gone within a blink of an eye

All fell victim to the streets their mother was finally brought to her defeat

Everyday the streets claim another victim

these young boys think they really know about the life the crave so bad

there willing to give up everything they've ever had

just to own a gun and smoke some pot

come on guys the cycle must come to a stop