These day it's a cold reality, living life on the street

No time left to bite the hand that feeds

The lure of money corrupts the weak, and soon they fall



Little boy turns to man with a weapon when

he's poisoned with crack

This time it was his turn to dies

Fate call his number in a bloody goodbye



Play war games, crack cocaine, all for material gain

Stray gunfire an innocent dies

The shadow of hope bleeds as power begets greed



One more murder and one more death

Make no difference in the street

Come tomorrow you could be dead

That's the grim reality



And the media they feed off the sickness

They stoke the fire as they eat

All the while being glamorized by rap

The lure of power creates a death trap of social decay



Play war games, crack cocaine, all for material gain

In the end, your life is spend

The shadow of hope bleeds as power begets greed



One more murder and one more death

Make no difference in the street

Come tomorrow you could be dead

That's the grim reality



One more murder

Makes no difference in the street

One more murder

That's the grim reality



No future, no future, no future on the street