If You Were Dead

You Wouldn't Be Missed

Sometimes You Wish

You Did Never Exist

Shot In The Ghetto

How Lonely Can You Get

Where Is His Soul?

I Don't Even Know

In Any Project Or Ghetto Who Knows?

No Boundaries Between Hate And Love

King Of The Streets

All Over Town

Nobody's Hero

Poverty's Sacred Son

Created Just To Hang On.

Dark Was The Color

Deep Under His Skin

Nobody Know What

Is Like To Be Him.

That Was The Problem

He Never Cared At All

Still In The Night

We Hear His Gun

Always At War

Fighting The Law

I Thought Is Was A Deal In The Dark

King Of The Streets

All Over Town

Nobody's Hero

Poverty's Sacred Son

Created Just To Hang On.

So You Got Busted

We Know Tht's A Fact

Is In The Papers

Tv's And Mags

It Was A Payback

For Gangsta Just Like That

Back In The Hood

The People Would Say

He Died Fighting

Police All The Way.

Late In The Night

The Secret Could Be Kept.