The stuff thats going on in the
World got me scared to death,
Its like what theirs to do
Isnt anything left,

But to try to stay alive
And head in a straight direction,
Without anything stopping us
In the intersection,

But theirs always something
There to stop us fast,
Thats why people end up bad
Because our dreams never last,

Never last for us to get use to
And try to have fun
Without looking at the faces of death
Drugs, alcohol, crimes and guns,

But its more than them
That gets in our way,
Its just to bad they all
Cant vanish today.

Written by
Anthony Willia