Lost Angels

With dirty feet, he comes down the hill
Hood on the head and a gun in his hand
Life is worthless and he knows that
Customers wait for him and time is money
The big ones watch him
A step in the wrong direction and he is dead
His little heart beats strong in his chest
His fate was sealed when he was born
Critical situation
And the government just standing by
How many people will die?
Until they take action?

Easy money and a king’s life
That’s what everyone dreams of
But reality is quite different
His family will cry on his grave one day

Another day is dawning
His routine is still the same
Till when will it last?
Till death meets him on any corner