As a child I stood alone in a jungle I called home In the streets the gangs are all at play With guns and knives just taking another life When your their world falls down As a man I worked the poverty line Inhumanity and filth I survived As the world is changing the streets remain the same The riot of violence is forever When anger and fear collide I must make a stand and face the hate No turning back, no surrender Caught in the middle of an unseen force Struggling and fighting for my life The task, this challenging fate, my desire Kicking, stomping and hitting, I'm numb Shattered are the fragments of my sanity and fire More and more in pain I grow in all of his blood I feel the cold grip of fear I feel the fingers around my throat A knife in the back, I am going down The icy cold chill runs down my spine Lying face down in a pool of blood Battered, stabbed and robbed I have become I can hear the sirens scream in the night Checking for the vital signs of life Being rushed away and pricked by needles and pins Getting plugged into monitors Only hanging by a thread Rushed in E.R. reconnecting the lines of life But now the screen displays no signs of hope Flat lined My soul races up above Looking down at my body below Am I really dead, or is it just a dream The medics are preparing for my return They have revived my life, body, soul Brought back from the dead I live again Resurrected through machines of hope Resurrection machine