Life in the "Big City"!
Me and my brother were walking down the street,
there was some of our gang we were going to meet.
A gun went off,
and some guys ran off,
but there my brother laid,
and with his life he paid.
For being in a gang, he paid his life,
leaving a kid and a wife.
Now he's gone,
and I'm left to tell them what’s wrong!
Do you know how hard it is
to tell a three-year-old kid
that his daddy's dead
because he got shot in the head?
Tell me that, if you please,
when you get down on bended knees,
to look a little child in the eye,
and try not to cry!
It's just another gang member dead,
but don't let it go to your head!
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Life…
Is it safe to open my eyes yet?
Has all the bad gone away?
Probably not, I’ll bet,
Or at least not to stay.
Just smile and sing a song,
Don’t think about anything that will make you cry,
And maybe your days will speed on along,
Just remember that it’s worth a try.
Just looking at these white and green walls
And thinking of how your life has been.
While walking up and down these halls,
Think of all the things that have happened.
Try waking up on a cold metal bed,
Counting down the days.
Trying to look forward to the days ahead;
It’ll make you crazy in many ways.
How can I stop the things in my head?
What can I do when I wish I were dead?
Who am I?
Why do I cry?
Did I take the wrong road?
How could I know?
Who can I trust?
My mind has begun to rust.
I stare out into space
With thoughts I can’t trace.
I let my mind wonder where it will,
For now I have some time to kill.
My life will never be the same,
But you
won’t hear me complain,
And no one seems to care,
Because my mind has never really been there.
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