Cold Streets

Dozens of gunshots hitting bodies 'til they drop

Ringing sirens on blocks, when will the violence ever stop?

Busters loading up Glocks, aiming at an life in sight

No mourns in the morning to interpret when the time was right to strike

Before the night that people's ignorance appeared

Crazy times, full of death and despair, nobody cares

It's rare to find some peace, while the world spins

It's struggling in this crisis, we call the whirlwind

Spinning beef inside the mix that's killing friendships

Morals and respect are out the window, now they seem like an myth

The bliss of evil's encouraging our minds to be evil

The streets are lethal and cold, using our souls as death of an sequel