Haze fell across the blend of love and life. In everyday life we live the fortune of keeping mind clear for the wind that comes in face to face contact with an image better left in the mirror. So wonderful a dream keeps a man reaching for the perfect mate. I leave the mirror of life left on the ground. Tears strip the emotions from a church visit in cold winter. Pew hard mind lost in the way of the cross station three, that is me. When did I die, all the days fall to waste in practiced hate left in city streets with gangs fire and shooting. Drugs and children of the night. Pimps die at my hand. Needles glow fire red already too much said. Walls dance the wild-eyed freak not seen cuts a nerve or two as her face lights fear beer bottle breaks another face and dream pick glass from her soul count the little left peal junkie off the wall 911 call DOA Strip the blood soaked clothes from a life dead scream the tried and true and death was already too late pain escape livid and ripping faith in the middle of hope one more piece of the world being buck naked in drug sea Partner wraps his daughter in a sheet, unloads his gun in a john Pimp screams you will go to jail one between the eyes dies slow kick in what's left of his face daughter dies later overdose cardboard box city goes up in flames no tears only fear death wins again in the night drug king sends us message They are found in a dumpster out side his new home a note left in their blood will be reminder not all play fair wife died inside my home a shotgun to the head suits reached for the bottle in my hand careful not to wake me Danger hits the street partner and I nothing to die for worse nothing to live for silly man sits in restaurant, you're under...bang ...bang .....four friends find a safe haven in the seed of life given up for another hip hop drug snorting addict willing to do anything for the next fix hanging in cell downtown shoe laced left in his shoes wonder how Captain says time for retirement bottle sings a song Dung still not gone streets full and elephants dance Little left of me soul empty mind screams at elephants we never had a chance D stops I'll cut a deal street cop laughs how does it feel partner splits his head Montana needs people FBI protection we live and die inside the heart of a bad dream and the wisdom drops we walk the tight rope still we load guns shoot cans for fun we died along time ago slow real slow stars fall ours.