Blood

Roses are blood And violets are violence Silently I'm walkin' on the chalk lines Hi there I wish I could wave bi But either side someone loses Beauty's deeper than your bruises and contusions I knew her Before she was a victim turned abuser A life inside a needle she's no heroine Of this tale Some do good some do bad Either way the heroes fail Layin' Clark Kent in the crypt tonight If only Dr. Luther had prevailed Kings and queens of avenues Chat platitudes but lack on test of aptitude That aren't in tune with city cycles That exclude the schools of street survival They gentrified the city Exported murder to my county I've seen bodies I've seen bounties I fear death I hate when browsers tell me to be grounded Life dealt the hand But it's only spades and shovels Six feet deeper than the struggle Just one pop would burst your bubble Stop No thanks I don't do Blood No thanks I don't do Blood No thanks I don't do Blood Here's a toast to the undead sun No thanks I don't do Blood No thanks I don't do Blood No thanks I don't do Blood Only the good die once At a party with the Draculas I never felt so mortal The streets are like Iraq but I have never seen the oil War torn for different soils Still the rich all reap the spoils huh I saw this Wiccan looking wicked she walked up in leopard printed With a twisted smile handed me a potion of prescriptions "Let's get twisted" Never did it though Hot trigger Reminded me of a cop's gun stolen from a party Thought it fun and in the hobby Weeks later in the park they found a body Of a girl at that same party She was pregnant Two lives drowned in one pull I once saw her floating by Walking out of school Boyfriend was a drug dealer Didn't like the suit Of her stomach so he wet worked Now she's swimmin' on the news Damn I guess it's cheaper than that child support Down the road they call it "Bodymore" We hold the "T" Call it Baltimore No thanks I don't do Blood No thanks I don't do Blood No thanks I don't do Blood Here's a toast to the undead sun No thanks I don't do Blood No thanks I don't do Blood No thanks I don't do Blood Only the good die once Roses are red And violets are violence I'm pickin' flowers A concrete boquete Remember place the petals In the streets where I lay Someday Applause for the gun play Applause for the gun play Applause for the gun play Applause for the gun play Applause for the