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Artistical revelation 2,by Masbay

Am young humble and black
But i keep moving on
Innocent souls have been dying for too long
Many ghetto youths being shot wrong
And the snipers get their shot on
But am still focussed on geting my loot on
With my gideon like boots on


Brothers will kill for the love of bills
Meaning we still got blood to spill
For real?
Am from kenya west where the hustle is real
Tryna settlle a million dollar bill
Yet am from the hood where thugs steal

Lucky i was born a product in a wicked jungle
Ready to run amongst those who r far from humble
The harsher the crime the steeper the prison time
Youngsters falling before their prime
Too much of this misbehavement
Has got the country decaying
As I witness suicide missions on pavements
Our hearts getting thirsty making us wish for rain

Because my life is the opposite of illusions
Leading a life contrary to fictions
Yet justice is missing with very few convictions
The weak being victimised by the rules of jurisdiction
A huge pile of unsolved crimes

All they care about is making their pockets full
_bodies get chalked and crowds stood
I keep creeping down in foul hoods
Yet I get no sleep to cool
When it was much peace and all good
They invaded our feeling good
It makes me drift back to my childhood
A knife for a knife thus dealing with street survival
Then I get hit up by my rivals
Is life a contest?