In the midst of shadows
Gunshots rang out,
But your body wasn’t there.
In the midst of shadows
They hit you, why don’t the
Streets play fair?
In the midst of shadows
All they worry about is
10 dang dollars.
In the midst of shadows
Why was it my brother,
Who hollered?
In the midst of shadows
Why can’t you all play fair?
In the midst of shadows,
How did my brother
Junior get killed around Mayfair.
I’m tired of you all
Picking up those guns.
Instead of picking up guns,
Pick up action
And tell your own kids
How a book can be fun.
