Psycho

Untitled One Father forgive us for livingWhy are all my homies stuck in prison?Barely breathing, believing that this world is a prisonIt's like a ghetto we can never leaveA broken rose giving bloom through the cracks of the concreteSo many thing for us to seeThings to be Our history so full of tragedy and miseryTo all the homies who never made it homeThe dead peers i shed tattoed tears for when I'm alonePicture us inside a ghetto heavenA place to rest finding peace through this land of stressIn my chest I feel pain come in sudden stormsA life full of rain in this game watch for land thornsOur unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's nextIn this world filled with countless threatsI beg God to find a way for our ghettoe kids to breathShow us a sign make us all believe