Hood Bros

            

I claim blue, the color of true blood,

the color of the maximum flood

of brains, guts and brawn

spreading across city and lawn.

My world filled with violence,

not love or calm silence.

Living and dying young.

Treated much like dung

by outsiders, the reds,

whose hatred blocks heads

from thinking about me

as a man, to be free.

I proudly claim blue

to whose bros I am true.

In my hood we proudly sing

of the joys members bring

to our strong gang and streets

and to each brother who greets

the day alive once more

in whose love I place store.

So watch out, you reds.

Don’t get out of your beds

on my streets or you’ll cry

blood into the sky.

I’m watching.

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