waiting to exhale

Persecuted and hunted by the police
Shotguns and bombs blazing your eyes
An addiction becomes transgression
And they will deliver the cure with despair
Suffocated for a compulsion
Poverty and drugs burning your lung
The somke takes them to another place
No one would face this living hell
Choked
(by) seclusion
HIdden
(with) repulsion
Can't these people realize
The solution is not victimize
The hand that guide the brutaliyy
Wounds for money cleaning the streets
The problem of abandon
Should not be solved with more injure
The mistreatment of authority
It has a reason to please the rich
They want to profit with our city
Even with death as consequence
Can't these people realize
The solution is not victimize
Products of a violent state
That are waiting to exhale
For those who born in gutters
Choice is a mean illusion
The abhorrence they know all time
Is now the reason to end their lives