You know we're inside the walls. Between the rise and the fall.
We were the children of Yore living on the streets. We thought that society had us all defeat. We were lost kids within our lives lost children with open eyes. When your everyday mantra, was to live or die.
We'll win this war.
We never wanted to steal. We had to fight for each meal.
They said they'll help you but not within an unarmed reach. They'll give you a gun before they'll ever give you meat. So we banded together to form our street family. Because those who we once called our parents they turned their cheeks.