These day it's a cold reality, living life on the street   No time left to bite the hand that feeds   The lure of money corrupts the weak, and soon they fall      Little boy turns to man with a weapon when   he's poisoned with crack   This time it was his turn to dies   Fate call his number in a bloody goodbye      Play war games, crack cocaine, all for material gain   Stray gunfire an innocent dies   The shadow of hope bleeds as power begets greed      One more murder and one more death   Make no difference in the street   Come tomorrow you could be dead   That's the grim reality      And the media they feed off the sickness   They stoke the fire as they eat   All the while being glamorized by rap   The lure of power creates a death trap of social decay      Play war games, crack cocaine, all for material gain   In the end, your life is spend   The shadow of hope bleeds as power begets greed      One more murder and one more death   Make no difference in the street   Come tomorrow you could be dead   That's the grim reality      One more murder   Makes no difference in the street   One more murder   That's the grim reality      No future, no future, no future on the street