MALPRACTICE LYRICS

"Bullets, Empty Bottles, & Drugs"

My city soaks up
the cold just like a sponge
makes people vicious
like a cat on a dove
across the avenue
there is no love
just a lot of hate, bullets,
empty bottles, and drugs

when you're on the outside it don't seem
don't seem to leave a scar
but its the ones that are too close
the close ones have to wear the mark

These are the deadly streets
these bleeding streets
they seem to swallow souls
and another crying mother as death lurks
in the shadows

Here killers run around with greed and such neglect
a cold pistol to your face makes you show respect
and if there's a will to change my friend
it hasn't been found here
so keep all you love close and show no fear
there's a cold bum in the dark
and he's trying to scrape some food
living his whole life in a bottle
a life that's sick and abused
your dreams wash away
I hear them say
that's just the way it goes
and nobody fights back it's like they're held back
the desperation it grows
people stuck in an urban cage just wanna kill
for the next shot of dope or dollar bill
somewhere the sun it shines but it ain't shining here
another crying mother drowning in her tears

Thanks to Dizzle for these lyrics

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