PoeticPsycho

Ghetto Reality

Glass rains from above
As bullets pierce their way
I\'m living in a broken reality, the breath of victims steers hot slugs astray

 

Will I ever escape this hell on earth?
It\'s eating me away
Losing contact with my true self just to survive another day

 

Psycho realms, no option but to become inhumane
My foes overwhelmed, there\'s no way to escape the pain

 

Permanent Peace is unachievable, it\'ll be temporary
Once again the blocks are hot and everyone grows wary