If you were dead you wouldn't be missed
  sometime you wish you did never exist
  Shotin' the ghetto how lonely can you get
  where is his soul? I don't even know
  in any project or ghetto who knows?
  no boundaries between hate and love
  King of the streets all over town
  nobody's hero, poverty's sacred son
  created just to hang on.
  Dark was the color, deep under his skin
  nobody know what is like to be him.
  That was the problem he never cared at all
  still in the night we hear his gun
  always at war fighting the law
  I thought is was a deal in the dark
  King of the streets all over town
  nobody's hero poverty's sacred son
  created just to hang on.
  So you got busted we know tht's a fact
  Is in the papers Tv's and mags it was a payback
  for gangsta just like that
  back in the hood the people would say
  he died fighting police all the way.
  Late in the night the secret could be kept