My, My, My,
Why must their mother cry,
With just a blink of an eye,
A child shot, in a drive by.
Outrageous, never thinking,
In the ghetto blue lights always blinking.
Time for silence, heads down.
Mothers and sisters deep thought thinking...
Who would be next,
Or who would be next to be judged.
A young brother's life gone down the drain
For only a pair of sneakers,
Or some type of grudge.
Think twice,
You're only granted one life.
Fulfill your dream

And live it to the good,
Peace to his brother,
Peace to the hood.