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.
Words and Thoughts 