This is a song about "Crying in the rain"

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

My roof in the pouring rain , the more of it the more i change

Kids crying in the background

I must go like fly route

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Even though the sky is turning green,i hate losin' n i hate crying in

It your oan way but u just sitting in that corner crying,crying and

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

This surface of our friendship is now disappeared with the rain

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

I'm name dropping clowns to dirt like the rain brought in nouns, i'll turn

Well remain on the the train of pain in the rain, ha, i'm insane

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain