[Verse 1: 4za]
Black roses, up in my face
Cop another murder case
Consumption of the human race
Running from it, at a hindered pace
What's the problem? Name the place
Cops give us another chase
In a dark but open space
Lord please give us your grace
We don't wanna be disgraced
Last night, copy paste
Blood to be put to waste
Victim in a vegetative state
Our goals been misplaced