Blood In My Veins
You're foolish my brother
What a pickle we're in
On a street full of people
You had to pick him
The soberest fighter
Who knows how to win
Is landing hard punches
From your eyes to your chin
His friends from the party
Are joining the fray
I can see by the numbers
It won't be your day
But since you are losing
I must do the same
I won't just stand by
With your blood in my veins
Kyle Ezra Kriticos
Copyright © Kyle Kriticos | Year Posted 2013
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