Hardcore poet

A hardcore poet A hardcore dancer If there is love there is no risk for death Write the name in the sky The poet are contaigously high Me myself and I Dancing along the road Dancing along and away In the spiritual land i salut and say hey Gunshots from the side Better run and hide Elementary knowledge for a surviving species Hurry up and get away There is no time to argue and stay Mashineguns peppering boom bang boom Some youngsters having a blast Their deathhour are running up fast All this for cocaine and money Let me be clear, this aint funny Crying out for help, lost son, crying mommy Police on the scene always late, is this the fate. Investigating another murder. A hardcore poet A hardcore dancer If there is love there is no risk for death Gangland here we come Some alive and some are gone