I dont wanna die, i wanna fly like a bird, write words,that, touch many herds of people, the people are struggle and striving, in this cold world, i see the pain in the eyes of a little girl, cos her daddy got smoked last night, two shots rang out, and daddy passed into the light, its like a crisis, red alert signs in my iris, third world kids waging war for rice, its a bad dream, and we aint gonna wake, till its over, dying of exaustion, we work like trojans, all for what?, so we can wake up, and do it again, witness kids with drugs and mack tens, its a....Harsh reality, but true none the less, i made it to my twenty forth birthday, im blessed, i see these mums, holding sons, lying in the street bleeding, hope is what we're needing, give me something to beleive in, IF THIS BE MY LAST DAY BREATHING, WONT YA' GIVE ME SOMTHING TO BELEIVE IN, MY GOD, IF THIS BE MY LAST DAY BREATHING, WONT YA', GIVE ME SOMETHING TO BELEIVE IN!!!