The baby cries
As a bullet comes through the window
As the father slowly dies
Whiile the mother doesn't react
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I sit her visualizing on how my life may be and could've been
But i can't put it in reverse, cause daily i've committed a sin
Though i watch and live my life in the streets
Regardless of how i do it
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When i grow up,
I wonder will people be more afraid to cry than they are to die
Will i be able to see a rainbow on a small filled sky
Will there be any trees alive if not how would we survive
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