The Shining

If the money comin' up short
'nother brother with a slit throat
Found dead in a vacant building
With a fake suicide note
Secrets taken to the grave, Lord
Wired jaws, welded bolts
Bullet riddled coffins
Pushed down sewers won't float
Got our babies on the system
Foster care letters been wrote
Medicaid paid abortions
Doctors in sick, bloody lab coats

Trapped in condemned buildings
Kids peering out of dark rooms
Smoking that crack rock
Inhaling black bags of fumes

Trap, trap houses on the corner
Filled up with sick addicts
Decomposing bodies, Lord
Hanging upstairs in the attic
Gangs fighting to the death
Packing that major static
Crucifixes on the trap wall
Next to that semi-automatic
Savage life of a mercenary
With them guerilla tactics
And we go away to jail
Then we comin' back fanatics

Army out recruiting lost teens
They don't care, they laugh
Cuz they know they might die
Before they old enough to draft
These Westside crazy streets
Shit, this life goin' fast
Never know when we wake up
If today is gonna' be our last

Reflections of his surroundings
Through ghostly tubes of death
He's having Pyrex visions, Lord
Dope dreams found in labs of meth
But it all comes at all cost
Brother's left gasping for breath
Drug lords get rebuked and beatin'
Santa Muerte's castigated flesh

When I lost all hope
In the darkest night
He came bursting in
I was overcome by the light
I took up his cross
He took up my fight
When I lost all hope
In the darkest night
He came bursting in
I was overcome with the light
I took up his cross
He took up my fight
When I lost all