Word To The Streets

I am walking these streets, and losing my breath.  Mother's losing their sons, as my heart is filled with pain because the streets is so filled with death.
The violence will continue, until there is no youth left. Children cannot play in the front. The elderly can't sit on their steps.  
Some kill to survive, some killing for reps.
I never dreamed of living, because I never slept Yet I awake in the morning and find my pillow wet.  
As I reach for my tech. Praying I won't be next. Will I go out with a hole in my heart. Or one in my head ,or one in my chest.  Bullets are proven to kill so I wear a vest.  
Oh Lord stop this killing field, nothing grows here but death.  My city need time to heal. It's nolonger time to die, it's time to build.  This may be a rap to some. But this shit is real.  Once you sign the devil, contract you can't break the deal.  
Gang banging needs to stop. Brothers will bang on me but won't bang on the cops.  Rob each other of their lives, the piss and the pot.
Trade their family and home, for some bars and a cot, for the grave yard, and drugs yet don't own the block.  Live in the projects, but got a Benz parked in the lot. Kill for the hood but don't own a spot.  
Should I say more, or should I say lest.  Invest in your life breath. Instead of investing in death.  Things will get better, use your head don't loose your head.  My prayers is for the living. My tears for the dead.