His arms tattered with ink stains of gang affilation
Mind battered with substance abuse heart racing
No patience from a fatherless home the streets raised him
Its a cold cold world but many times his heat saved him
Bang for his Blood not his family........ im speaking of colors
Brother love overrides opression?so why bang on your brother?
Selling drugs dont tell on a thug he got a code of couduct
Pimping and gansta living he has no time to ponder upon stuff
So hes lost as a product of impoverised enviroments
To bang for his cause which is no cause till the truth silences
Graphettied up walls of fallen soldiers in a war he forsakes
A buliding of hate till a slug twists up his shape
But he needed to feel safe in a place where death is common
Where children have no structure and seek a sense of bonding
Where the closest thing to ice is broken bottles on ball courts
And where one black boy is considered a small loss
So of course he falls into a dark hole of despair
Cuz where will a boy end up when he can go now where?
So scared but fails to care the evil he commits with his hands
And after a while the scared little boy grows into a man
And with a clan of followers his heart grows in size
But deep inside hes the scared boy and his life is a lie
Mother cries just another brother that died for his flag
Bandanna colors means nothing we all rest in a black bag

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vvv AND A NEW LEVEL OF HERB EMERGES vvv

^^in other words your scared running from a battle on a site made for battling and your mod so you dont have to battle you just duck and pop shit?
herb