Point breakin' on everything in the streets, the easy targets they movin' and runnin' until they bleed, barely alive via T.K.O., it's a death sentence hopin' they don't catch the 5.0. The only way to live is to crawl for the territory, scrap in the alleys which ever crew put'em on to prove it, concrete and tar of the new jack city, the underbelly, corruption breeds progression of the petty.
(Blown out of proportion, back against the wall, stabbed in the back, pistol when it's called, loyalty's aligned, betrayals take the fall, dead on arrival, or slave to the mob.) Am i crazy for thinkin' i know the life?, but hol' up, there's a latter to what the title suggests, the simple ground level, sounds like the typical, now spreadin' 'cross the kingdom of the animal domain. Brutal intentions that goin' viral's the burden, at the expense of notification it's pointless, the damage done is the silver linin' that's worthless, the big business and corporations they maulin'. Predators are always fiends for their prey, predators competin' for other predators' land, acre after acre the millions keep pilin', the cycle's never broken unless the loop is subsided.
(Men, women, children with no voices, in their minds scream in panic, but in panic they're ignored, like they've ran out of choices, but the end result's floored, surrender to the outcome or fight within this war.) Battlegrounds, battlegrounds, even while hopeless, mothers have to plant that love into kids' hearts, growth of attachment flourished by the bond, the more they stick together, the more they can evolve. The man in the narrative who gotta be involved, don't play the 'dead beat', and don't play the 'estranged', gotta be the shield, gotta be the provider, gotta make a stand until then, be the survivor. (Moral support, and then the roles reverse, the give and take through the worst, the take and give for remorse, the better there is to come, in sickness and in health, the second they utter words, the best of the pain they felt.)