Down under walking threw dark streets , i cant breath i have lost everything im tearing i cant fight my

battles are all so close but no prize , why try im losing peace ,i walked away from everything to ease

the heat , things got harder i fell back even less stronger even farther,my grades fell fights were held

the rules wernt ment for me nothing else was on my mind getting kicked out isnt great falling into a

specail treatment cell is hell my friends didnt get it they didnt have to live it school dances were fun

say things were great when i almost picked up a gun ,i walk down the road and sometimes cry

wondering why but someday one day i will be in the game again and im praying for a better hand to

be delt to me