In the eyes of a young boy
All yall see is joy
As he plays with his toys
Not knowing his city will soon be destoryed

Wish he could look into the future and aviod this war
And notice he didnt have to settle the score
He had it all ...but wanted more

With daddy not around
And mommy no where to be found
His family became the streets
With them he felt elite

Gave him food and water
But also a glock and taught him how to slaughter
Would this be the type of boy you want hanging 'round your daughter?
But don't get me he's very smart
Has compassion and heart
Told me he was going to Harvad from the start

But he got cocky
Stayed picking fights like he was rocky
And selling drugs, telling everyone he was a thug
Until he watch his boy get killed with a slug
Snapped and went on a killing spree
What was left in his path was just debris

But one day I found him gasphing and out of breath
Just shy of 18 and already seeing death
Could of done so much more if he wasnt taking that meth
Ocasssionally smoking weed too and would pop a pill
Not knowing its not the guns but people that kill
The mind of a young fien always seeking a thrill
Hearing gun shots him them is jus a drill
But I know ya got a dream to fulfill
Yea i see you got it penciled in ya will

He stayed struggling trying to find some air
When he open his eyes and reached up no one was there
Laying in the same streets where you thought your so called peeps cared
No one is coming ....shit he's scared
Praying to God asking for his life to be sparred
But this time i got my hand out and im reaching for everyone
Put the streets on my shoulders even tho it weighs a ton
I say ito him i got what you need
Im marco and nigga im here to help you breathe

** Our Streets are getting out of control ...nobody is safe...and this is a true story...be helpful and help somebody breathe***