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Shots fired people hurt
Pastor reading a bible verse
Parents screaming crying hurt
Casket lowered in the dirt
But what happens when we throw this in reverse
Broken child broken home
Mother tired daddy gone
Gone to jail out on bail chasing dreams chasing tail
Too many children too many dads, looking for something they never had....Love
The little girl want a doll of her own, not married bad choice raising the child all alone
the father figure she never had
Relationship ends feeling bad,
feeling bitter just shuts down
laying down with any clown
But who is at home raising the kids?
He's not taking on another man responsibility when he barely takes care of his
She's still looking for the love she never had, living ghetto fabulous buying knockoffs clothes short and tight whatever the fad
To be part of the glamorized materialistic world depicted on t.v.,
not understanding that life for most is not a like the stars that are supposed to be television "reality"
And what about the guys walking around with $300 pants, buying weed, alcohol and $200 shoes
But when placed on child support, somewhere to whoever will listen  crying the blues
How else did we expect the little people to turn out
They have no role models to teach them the righteous route
To teach them how to grow up with some form of self pride,
To turn the other cheek, so what he bumped you let that stuff slide
To teach you how to deal with the anger you're feeling inside
To teach you to be patient and let God be your guide
So now you have kids raising themselves,
Barely passing in school, going through hell
With no type of help and no team to give support
Giving up on school, survival is the last resort
Going the right way trying to generate some cash
Well now I have a child on the way, legal way, too slow I need cash fast
 So now I'm out here slinging in these streets
Gaining a reputation, false pride, but my money game on fleek
Now here comes this dude trying to run up testing me
Now I have something to prove to onlookers I am somebody, can't be out here weak
So now I'm doing 25 to life behind these bars
Living the life of a slave, previously that of a rap star
So what happened to the fare weather friends, family I put on, those lawyers I hired
They slipped away as my future happiness did, in that single moment...shots fired