Its Gangsters and Violence Part 2

Man whose that chick over there repping blue thinking she can come up here and mess with my man. Don't she know who she's messing with? i got to show her wassup. Can't come up in my territory thinking she owns this place. Who she think she is? BANG! Such violence rises BANG! Gosh that chick over there look like she want to start something. Need to call up the boys. She don't know who she's messing with and what she's about to get herself into. Do she know who I am? BANG! As these gangs and violence mix like water and oil, full confrontation blend and war is reborn. This division of color leaves them blind to see what is really there. To see who is really there. More people die everyday because one person chooses to allow that effect, chooses to allow that resentment, chooses to allow that hatred. Red tears fill the ocean young souls swim in just because, YOU claim another color. May 19, 2007. I was murdered on the front steps of my door. My little brother still remembers the day i fell on my back. May 30, 2007. I was murdered at my niece's birthday party at the park because THEY thought that I shot HER. My last visual was seeing her blow our her candles and making a wish. June 1, 2007. I sit here in this room. Between two cousins, two lifeless bodies. One shot at home, the other shot at the park. Such lust for regret represses Damn US.