If you where dead you wouldn´t be missed sometimes you wish you did never exist Shot in the ghetto how lonley can you get where is his soul? I don't even know in any project or ghetto who knows? no boundaries between hate & love Kings of the streets all over town nobody´s hero poverty's sacred son create just to hang on Dark was the color deep under his skin nobody knows what is like to be him That was the problem he never cared at all still in the night we hear his gun always at war fighting the law I thought it was a deal in the dark Chorus So you got busted we know that's a fact Is in the papers Tv's and mags It was a payback for gansta just like that back in the hood the people would say he died fighting police all the way Late in the night the secret could be kept.