• It was the shadow that covered my sun,
    The idea that was anything but fun.

    The short hand that kept
    close anyone sober,
    The idea that allowed my
    bad, and hurtful thoughts to repeat, over and over.

    Just a silhouette, faceless and nameless,
    But the same one that has
    claimed so many cases.

    Causing me to think that
    any brother to knock on my door,
    is just another gang banger wanting more.

    i sell it, i did it
    i know more about it then you could
    I've watched many brothas like me shot down to nothing.
    lying there helpless, i cant help em.
    Cause my fear is, ill end up just like em

    This fear has claimed so many
    brothas just like me,
    The one that being lonely has
    become reality.

    you dont turn your back to the place you grew up at.
    Otha wise you'll be another body layin on yo back.
    At least where i grew up at