Nobody left to lead the crew

I aint never going home
I had my chance, but now my, vision is in a zone
A trance, advance

As I barrowed through time
aging 9
like its fine wine, melodist mind
through a history of crime

Genetics had to play a part in my disguise
but also to rise , to watch the haters fall
ducking inside

This is weapon call
with knives and bricks, money orders, from the boss
got you running, cause you lied, and snitched
now beaten and whipped

Victims of the drug trade, your momma yelled your name
when they shot her, with the 12 gauge
vengeance and rage

A sacrifice killers looking for pay
torch the house, now its, burning down
slipping away

But what you gonna do, cause your locked down
missing the truth
and everybody's in a up roar, looking for you
to rally the troops and
there's nobody left to lead the crew

Written by: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)