BLACK ON BLACK CRIME #1

Concerned over the skies I turn my eyes to look at pictures
Shook by scriptures in the damn hood, ramb stood in mixtures
Of colors, new phase my brothers, I and the ramb gazed at
Each other like cat and dog and then this fat fog was spat
From the mouth of a cloud realized I’m from the south and proud
Lamb said “stay and remain two can play this game then a crowd
Of people gathered around, now a Christ knife falls in my hand from
The sky, felt like the Highlander knife was a lightning blade I was
Frightened and afraid grabbed my horse looked at the saddle cuz
Shooked ready for battle, the ramb represented black on black crime
And now it was attack time its horn long he was born strong and divine
Its eyes was red fire it was sweaty and ready to endure a pure battle
It had a stare of death and hate now it looks at my breast plate I’m rattled
And pissed why do this exist? I asked myself this task is deft I have to kill
The ramb to defeat the times of street crimes, tension really started to build
Now my horse sprout wings no doubt my bling is tucked in couldn’t duck
The winds of battle now straddle the saddle and my horse take off this
Will be a great cost if my fate is lost my vocab pure but I mus abjure my brisk
Street ways or this could be a complete grave for me this is family Matters
Like Urkel my horse scater his wings and circles the ramb as the dust scatters
The beast awaits no peace just hates, must end this violence now the wind
Silence