Gang Violence

When will it be safe to walk outside your own house
When will it be safe for us to go to a party
Without having to think about someone getting shot

Fighting over who gang is the best
Or who gang they will be putting to rest
We have crips and we have bloods
But with them we also have kids up for bond

Moms and dads is crying
When their child is dying
Kids telling them their not gang banging
Knowing that their just playing

Bodies and bullets everywhere
So now you want to stop and stare
But if you stay their to long
It might be you laying their

Its not gone stop until someone is laying in a ditch
So you going around trying each others mothers is a "snitch"
And you worried that if you tell
Your boys gone call you a snitch

But when you get shot
You realize that your to young to die
When you hear that gun go pop

Son now you cry
As you take your last breath
And say your final goodbye