Imagine what is like to walk out your front door, Bullets flying by and you hittin the floor,
Not knowing if today is your day to die.
Imagine this being your daily routine,
A peace of mind is only when you dream,
Imagine saying no to gangs and crack,
You carry a 45 to protect your back.
Imagine havening no father in your home,
And moms working late to put food on the plates,
Every day you ask God, "Why does He hate?" Because your situation is not the norm,
Every day you step out, you walk into a storm. Survival in the streets is a lottery,
Please draw my number, somebody call me.
Take me to a place where none of this happens, This is my life,
Can you imagine?
©soulreal
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