Resurrection

Oven doors heat up the home

Mom working doubles to keep the things that we own

Cracked tiles no granite or marble stones

I ain't saying we were poor but the struggle is all I've known

Mice tryna creep in the crib acting like stowaways

Drug dealers roaming the streets looking for proteges

Nightmares of life ending early that never go away

Barely went to church but in these conditions you learn to pray

Cracked feigns begging the kids for their allowance

Can barely stand still them zombies can keep their balance

How much poison can diminish the pulse it's like a challenge

Cops circle the block doesn't affect the violence