Crisien Katshi - Untitled

You gotta be walking the city's fast asleep

Evil lyrics disguised as dream chasing the creational sinners. They turn to the spot while the coke fiends smoke up, see the thick cloud, smell the aroma and almost throw up

They line up their problems and sit on that double bunk bed. You can't really take anything too hard these days so they take it straight to the head

As the silence of the night creeps. The cries of her mother can be heard from across the street

The only time her husband loves her is beneath the sheet. The only time he ever spores her is with makeup to conceal the full face beat he inflicts

Her daughter is only 15. He sees her one hell of a treat. She's been having nightmares of her innocence being devoured by this monstrous beast

Another mother stays up late, trading thoughts with her son like, son, if anyone's going to take your life, let them take mine first

It might sound crazy, but losing a child. No parent ever has to know what that feeling is like

But death is hereditary, the generous likes, whether by something as blunt as a bullet or sharp as a knife

Mama told him, do right, but he did wrong a lot. Because in the city's fast, the sleep. As simple, where you from

Could determine whether you get to go home or not. She said, pray, son. Give all your problems on to Christ She even went on and played him the passion after Christ but he rather be in the streets getting getting into fights getting street crates taking names putting passion in the right he like moms While all these people took about God go to church and praise them

then go back and give Hayden in the same position they pray, and I'm just a dark night in Gotham that hid rock bottom to know the rocks at the bottom

or something I could have bagged up. The government funds their own pockets and disregard the minority

and don't wonder why we sell drugs, how they portray the image, but we call thugs and aware of the imprisonment were already living in on these cold streets

We're innocent life, Splinter. We want a no real hate. Seeing a man get killed over a 20-rent dice game

I'm talking his brains blown right there on the street. It's in the city. The cost of living is high because the price of dying is cheap

His mom still wishes he can come back and be a better man, go out and put forth a better plan

and she watches six men carrying him. And she doesn't know which heard more, giving birth to him or burying him

She's lost three sons to gun violence. Couldn't even imagine which was the worst

She had a straight face at the funeral. said she couldn't cry after the first. I understand

A shout out to all the moms out there losing the sons to gun violence because most of them don't even know

have the shit the sons be doing. And if you told them, they'll probably look at you like you're stupid, but the street's cold, no cup

It's just endless grind and death is often in a way in the reach for the skies

Yeah. Something like that. We're going to go into conversation about that