Carnivors lurking about the wet city pavement
sliciing arteries to sign and endorse agreements
Contract killers paradise, a target on everyone's forehead
Back alley ways, photogenic junky queens, the living dead
Street light, spotlight, ghetto bird in high flight
won't make it through the hot night
another innnocent life taken in a brutal street fight
Somebody should have known things wouldn't get better
They're mixing cultures, awakening historical vendettas
It makes no difference if this is the land of the free
Freedom is death, you see, the living are left here in misery
Malicious warriors bring up their young
dodging stray bullets, junior, this ain't no cap gun
Then we wonder about the neglected ones
The daughters and the sons, who belong to no one
You see, they carry envy which evolves to greed
Regret for being the unwanted seed
So they think to themselves, "Why should life go on,"
"I'll make em' run til the damage is done"