WORLDPATTERNZ **(Verse 1)** Cracked pavement whispers death threats in his ear, Ten years old, but aint felt safe in years, just fear. Mama shooting up, pops just up and fled, Empty stomach screaming, wishing he was dead. Found his crew on corners, blood oaths and a gun, Felt like brotherhood, something he could run. First time offered, shaky hand, that white powder called, Said it would kill the pain, make him feel ten feet tall. **(Chorus)** Wrong turns on a map soaked in his blood, Lost in the shadows, drowning in the mud. Little heart thumping with a killer fear, Caught in the cycle, death krept ever so near **(Verse 2)** Skateboard bullet-riddled, lying in the street, Traded for that rock, make the cycle complete. The hole inside his chest where his heart should be, Another body dropping, that is just reality. Fifteen now, eyes are dead, just like his best friend, Police tape and chalk, outlines time ill-spent Loyalty is a bullet, quickly through your brain, Snitching gets you stitches, brain matter on the pavement **(Chorus)** Wrong turns on a map soaked in his blood, Lost in the shadows, drowning in the mud. Little heart thumping with a killer fear, Caught in the cycle, death after bitter year. **(Bridge)** Jail cell cold, he is shaking from withdrawal pain, Vomit on the floor, blood vessels in his brain. Remember mamas funeral, the tears he could not shed, Concrete jungle wants to see him dead now instead **(Verse 3)** Seventeen, first kill, trigger felt so light, Rival crew member, did not put up much fight. Blood on his Jordans, cannot wash the stains away, Nightmares every evening, ghosts that come to play. Sister in the system, baby brother next in line, Family legacy written in these streets of grime. **(Chorus)** Wrong turns on a map soaked in his blood, Lost in the shadows, drowning in the mud. Little heart thumping with a killer fear, Caught in the cycle, death after bitter year. **(Outro)** Young boy lost, found face down in the alley, Three bullets to the chest, no time to pray. Just eighteen years old, never got to live, Streets took everything, had nothing left to give. Another mother screaming, another funeral song, The cycle keeps on spinning, forever moving on.

Little man