Graveyard Games

Graveyard games

Pistols stay burning at the tip
Violence exist in my city that's the pit
Every black baby born is a soldier they enlist

If you rise above expectations then your name is on a list. I see it clear -- born into the Graveyard games
Demons stay scheming and duplicating from pain. Born combustible also promised the Flame
It's like we are no match for the system that's attached
Funny, things change, blood stains, adjust aim. victims of this game

Who cares how you see
Because your vision isn't altered because life is not what it's supposed to be...
We chase things, we chase change, we face flames, young boys learn aim. If not Borking the window kind of blind does the same thing.

Pain when it rains wish that it was only water
Pain when it rains the loss of sons, the loss of daughters. Pain begets pain begets Encrusted in chains
Unlock the ones that have been wrapped around brains
Losing so many to these graveyard games