what about are kids {rough copy}
• Written by deeball
look in your kids eyes do you see that spark
look even harder can ya see the darkness
roll models at levels that don't exist
i predict are imprint wont ever be scripted
when we were kids we could go to the park
parents never worried like we had a safeguard
could play all-day from sunup to sundown
now it seems every kid carries a gun
im terrified to let em lose on the block
when their out i just stare at the dam clock
praying and hoping i don't get that knock
i have to let em grow up god don't let the get shot
turn on the news it will open your eyes
how many innocent kids met there demise
i know what you think never happen to me
tell all the parents that it turned reality
so never let them leave with a i love you
could be the day a bullet gets through
you tell me how to live with your child killed
its the world we live in m skin gets chilled
sit a the dinner table one child gone
start questioning yourself what did i do wrong
i never want to be that parent id die inside
to the parents that live that my hearts sliced
who's going to be showing to fill them with hope
help them cope leave a note print to flip the script
that maybe life can be what we had in the day
should be on display today kids should live a better way
and my take kids cant relate what a mistake
they look at are cops and think fucking fakes
12 year old dead on the streets cops say "gang right"
so where do they look too who? that's the issue
sad no work incentive objective sell drugs
think its easier out on the streets playen thugs
once a jock now holding a glock gives em stock
as parents are fears unclear them being outlined in chalk
one day their 5 then 15 time flies by so fast
all you can do is tell em your love is so vast
i guess let em learn on there own time it hurts
but i was 15 once had my hiccups but be that parent
so never let them leave with a i love you
could be the day a bullet gets through
you tell me how to live with your child killed
its the world we live in m skin gets chilled
sit a the dinner table one child gone
start questioning yourself what did i do wrong
i never want to be that parent id die inside
to the parents that live that my hearts sliced
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deeball
Member since April 2 2016