Streets

The streets are full with stories.
See it with your bare eyes. You saw nothing.
Try to see it with your heart. Ask your self why.
Those kids are lying everywhere. Begging.
And hoping someone would give them life.
Nobody seems to give a damn. No.
Not even a little shit from those dirty hearts.
Such a selfish assholes.
That never thinks of anyone else. But himself.

The streets are full with bloods.
Everyone tries to show their guts. Guts. What guts.
Pregnant wife with breads on hand. Walking home alone.
With hope. Hope to keep breathing till home.
But 9mm Taurus ends up on her head.
Asking for dollars. Or she end up dead.
She refuse because that's all she have.
For her baby. That she carry around all night.
Silver black steel still parks behind her brains.
The last thing she heard. Don't bleed on me too much mam.

Can't you see? What hides behind those streets?
Can't you think? What is wrong with everybody?
This is happening. You just have to see.
It's really happening. You just need to feel.

The streets are full with lies.
Mafias. Sluts. They all were just trying to keep alive.
War is ended but guns still be done. Why.
Money helps but still be the importance for drugs. Why.
Bitch with family but fuck strangers every night. Why.
Ask your self why. Why nobody cares. Why.

Can't you see. It's really happening.
They will hang your self instead.