Living in the hood

I rather live then die

some people call it survive

in my life,really don't know why

but I live for the hood and ride 

in the streets with the guys

although some have passed 

they were caught by flying bullets in the sky

i look out into my surroundings 

and see missing people in my life

I've been told the only way out 

is in a casket or a change of route

even though I doubt

i try my hard to not follow their steps

every time I see homies end up with a tombstone

above their head

 they bring me in if I knew who and what

and I just keep on thinking 

am i in the right? ,my mind keeps on ringing

should I keep on slipping and riding 

or back off and keep writing 

my word on paper