Perfect World

My demographic is under attack Gentrification of neighborhoods i wouldnt recognize if i went back Only memories of running free through the city streets Me and my ragtag gang of friends, the fun never ceased With my own eyes i witnessed the change in my community The jungle i used maneuver through so fluidly, is no longer what it used to be Where i earned my bones by becoming a factor in a faction of foolery Because of me many mothers grieved Unfortunately no amount of apologies can make up for our stupidity Looking back its crazy that i lived to see myself succeed Im writng this at 32 i should of died at seventeen But i survived many things that would be hard to conceive And through it all i have come to learn one thing Its how ironic it must be When we go to war in the name of peace