Don't want to die here

I'm lying down in the streets. My blood pouring on the cold hard concrete,my breathing is shallow ,death is dancing to my heart beat. Lord I don't want to die here, many mother's have cried here. Their tears waters my fears,that violence will always abide here. Gunshots ring out in the night,flashing lights, sirens sing out into the night. The evil men bring out into the night,leaves me fighting for my life. How many wakes must I attend,paying my last respects,to my friends and kin. Pouring out drinks,to those that are no longer here asking God to forgive us for our sins. And if heaven have a ghetto please let them in. And Lord to be a good man I tried here born and raised in the ghetto, I don't want to die here. I pray my words are loud and clear. I refuse to die lying in the streets because I want to live here you hear.