Song Description

Violence and killing on the streets in any big city in America - but written after watching a new segment of yet another murder in Oakland, California.

Lyrics

Is this the place?
Yeah, I think so!

Verse:1
Darkness falls and the gunfire seems so close to home
And the bullet through the window of her home strikes a child
How can the violence end
When the gun?s in the hands of the kids you meet
And the blood of the children flood the streets
Oh, there?s no hope

Verse:2
A woman stands on the corner of fourteenth and sixth
Watches frozen with fear as an innocent man gets hit - and dies
How can the violence end
When a pool of blood is the only way out
And a bullet living in your back leaves no doubt
That there?s no hope

Chorus:
And there?s blood on the streets
Of the children that you know
There?s blood on the streets
Off the kid that lived next door
It goes on and on
?Til they cry no more

Verse:3
A woman lies in the middle of a cold and dirty street
Her body adds to the bottom of the balance sheet
At eighty or more
How can the violence end
When the kids with the guns don?t care to live
And the victims of the random violence don?t forgive
Oh, there?s no hope

Repeat Chorus

(The Killer):
This is the life I live
Never had love so I gots none to give
I?ve been killing since I was thirteen
I was raised like a pit bull
Trained to be hardcore, vicious and mean
If a fool pulls a gun on me, should I let ?em shoot first?
I?ll draw my weapon and decides who rides in the hearse
When they carried him outside, his family broke down and cried
I can?t feel sorry, ?cause sympathy destroys my pride
I broke the glass, spilt the wine
The blood flows from the cellars of the streets
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

(The Killer):
I shot that punk
It?s one less sucker selling dope on my turf
But I got troubles man, some lady saw me pop that fool
And I ain?t leaving no witnesses

The bullet was meant for that trick
But her kid got hit instead
It?s no big deal, life?s so cheap
It?s just one less mouth their mama got to feed

I wasted that tramp
She won?t be ratting out no-one
I left her laying in a pool of blood on the streets
She was in the wrong place at the wrong time!

Ride-out
There?s blood on the streets
Of the children that you know...
Violence feeds upon the hatred
And it goes on and on forever...