Project hallways were white chalk
and yellow tape surround murder scenes
killing dreams of kings and queens
they will give you goosebumps
cause you still hear the screams of
young women that were raped
hog tied and duck taped
or is it smokey and piss smelled hallways
you better watch were you walk and how u talk
shit its the survival of fittest the realist shit
your eyes will see you can run but you can't hide
everyday is a fight to stay alive
some escape threw roof top ventures
collecting there thoughts as windy temperatures
put all pains to ease even thou its momentarily
as they look down on ran down places
dark holes and spaces
gutters over loading, mind over flowing with thoughts
like seeing a mothers fears threw tears
wishing hear son's were still here
its just the atmosphere of people living to die
rather than living to fly high my thoughts touch the sky
to many ride to die
more body's being buried forever married to the earth
some been cursed since birth
as the innocent pay for it with there life
the stuff young eyes have to see
used heroin needles and blood stained floors
don't forget smeared bloody hand prints
down dark stair wells the horror it screams
like scary movie scenes it seems
hell your not even safe in your place
as bullets rip threw the glass of your bedroom window
scratching and cutting your skin
permanently scaring you for life,what a sight
from a drug deal gone wrong all alone you feel
ill hearing that song,sad song project memory's