B3yond R3d3mption:

born in the streets lord knows i was blessed
hearing gunshots n sirens..so i never could rest
bullet holes in the windows 19 years of this test
called life now i see why some quit in the process
but i just fight..tryna make some progress
some make it out some dont..an ill fated contest
i just want to move on in my conquest
sometimes it seems that the struggle is too timeless
push forward..and the struggle get rewinded
think i left it behind then i get reminded
pop pop..another damn siren

  L.edwards:

understand i do
cus i live that same type of life too
cops robbers pussy poppers
tryna make a buck out there on the corner
to many liven out there on the streets on the run
untaught daughters
as well as untaught sons
live and die by the gun
its not right but this shit is daily
hustling familys hollering fuck that pay me
grinding 24/7 prayin to the skys above "take me"
cus the world mind rapes me
lookin for salvation but im feelin like shit cant save me

  B3yond R3d3mption:

so I wake with the same shit on my mind
same bullets flying by...but I remain alive
to much to accomplish man I can't die
been thru to much to just bleed on mah side
sometimes I don't undestand why
some people just wait for the end to arrive
fuck it I got too much pride
I can't quit...my soul is on ''auto'' survive
sometimes I slow down but I continue to drive
running from my problems when there's no place 2 hide
just a exerpt from the life of B.R
when I die..bring me back wif c.p.r