Fallen Star


Charging peace and happiness to the credit card
My credit and heart forever scarred
My cousins always high or behind bars
The reason why I’m still shooting for the stars
The system made to keep us down
Cops either shooting or pinning us to the ground
Not scared of shots fired, I’m used to the sound
From the city where Bloods and Kings were always around
Tall tees, converse and dickies
The Holy Spirit bringing me to my knees
Begging the Lord for help “God please”
I just want enough money to satisfy my wants and needs
There’s no hope for us today
There’s no reason for us to stay
Ignored every time we call for help or pray
And you wonder why we act this way


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