Through the Time looking for the better days

You’re trying, but can't find a clever way

Following the cash never getting paid

Asking yourself why it came how it came!

Doubting your every move struggling arrive

Collapsing in tears you begin to cry

Seeking a better future help me god

All I need is faith in my lovely soul

Won’t stop until I reach the very top

Street poetry deep within being told

No joke I just call it how I see it

Violence everywhere can you peep this?

A city where the murder rate is high

It's death after death cannot simply lie.