Violence

Guns, Gangs everywhere,
Blowing up in the air.
Shooting up on the block,
Around 12 0'clock

Killing innocent people,
who was trying to get home and chill.
But bullets don't have no name,
But there is always someone to blame.

Man this block is hot,
It is lik cooking in a pot.
Should I go or should I stay,
Should I leave but there's no way!

Why do they make guns,
All these boys doing is trying to stun.
Why do they use it,
To abuse it or to shoot it!