By Your Laws - A Broken Silence, Tyron Woolf

Got three kids, just finishing the third of his three bids

Sang thief’s theme’s, but said when he returns he’ll get decent

Police said don’t ever come on back to this district

He’s kids can only have contact on the weekend

The distance is killing him, he’d die for those boys

Now his wife want divorce, his whole life is destroyed

There’s no respite for my boy, just years of turbulence

Some start as burglars

Then they get shoved with peers whose murderers

They turn you to the dark art of streetlife

Its where that stairway to heaven’s

A much larger and steep flight

And each night the mission is the same

Get your fist upon some change, keep your pistol on your waist

Now his twisted in the game

And it’s a bitch to get away

Cause paper’s needed

Out today, but his mental state craves for freedom

Trying to slay them demons that pushed him to these measures

Got a fam' that needs feeding, he wasn’t looking for no treasures

Just something better, but with all that pressure saying.

I’ve been trying harder not to fall

Cause what I’m striving for, it isn’t in my sight no more

Can you hear the cries my Lord?

We trying to live by your laws

I’ve been trying harder not to fall

Cause what I’m striving for, it isn’t in my sight no more

Can you hear the cries my Lord?

We trying to live by your laws

Got three kids and two jobs

Was a believer in true love

Got a man that went away cause he didn’t see that Judas

Her food does not grow on trees so she at hooters

Gotta make that mula

Her sons sixteen he needs a tutor

Never was a boozer but now she drinks liquor in her room

Cause this the type of shit, they don’t equip you for in school

Thinking her Mr is a fool

Files for divorce, cries to the Lord

She’s pissed off from the side of her porch

Rewinding thoughts to when she was her daughters' age

Before the disorder came, dreamed of important aims

Wanted to study but her buddies had distractions galore

Could of been a help to her hubby practicing Law

Trying to draw good from the struggle, look right threw the trouble

But life in this jungle insights you to tumble

Her bundle of joy wants toys, needs a sweater

She rips her ex’s mail up and says, my boys can’t eat a letter

They need something better, but with all the pressure saying…

I’ve been trying harder not to fall

Cause what I’m striving for, it isn’t in my sight no more

Can you hear the cries my Lord?

We trying to live by your laws

I’ve been trying harder not to fall

Cause what I’m striving for, it isn’t in my sight no more

Can you hear the cries my Lord?

We trying to live by your laws

Cause what I’m striving for, ain’t in my sight no more

Can you hear the cries my Lord?

We trying to live by your laws

And what I’m striving for, ain’t in my sight no more

Can you hear the cries my Lord?

We trying to live by your laws

And what I’m striving for, ain’t in my sight no more

Can you hear the cries my Lord?

We trying to live by your laws

Everything I’m striving for, by your laws

Everything I’m striving for, by your laws

Cause what I’m striving for, ain’t in my sight no more

Just trying to live by your laws

Cause what I’m striving for, ain’t in my sight no more

Just trying to live by the laws

Everything I’m striving for