One More Murder

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 --- One More Murder - Sanctuary