life is a struggle with no sense of entente
people no longer looking for divenity
cause theres no such thing as tranquility
as slowly as life recedes
as we proceed
to continually compete
undecided, in the state of quandary
as we're pondering
life slipping as the youth become immune
to being misused and mistreated
go to a broken home returning only to get beated
lifes slippin chronologically
or is it periodically
as the game of life is played
in these crazy ways
it comes to the day
when it can no longer be too bizarre
the day you loose ya hommiej cause a drunk in a car
who just came from a bar
made a stupid choice to drive
so in jail i where he'll spend his life
dead hommies family is jovial
cause he's payin his toll
another hommie takin his roll
being watch by the mole
cause they see him as a sterotypical
indiviual
making a wrong move so 5/0 gunned him down
word spread quick all over town
so now the mole is cowering
he's constantly worrying
cant understand the dialogue
well ill accentuate it so mind no longer in a fog
the mole was a fene who got exulted
when the officer became devoted
to get information by the influence of a quick high
when the mole was spose to be hommie ride or die
but the police
believed the fallacy
saying they following policies
but life has become an alliteration
of nothin more than complication
using examples as denotations
to explain the fallen lives of the ones i knew