Think they bad

Written by: CLAIRE BURKE

You see them with lip - think they all bad
Fighting and shank holding - think they cool but they just sad
Only phrase - are you dizzy blood - lost in their gang
Mate shot him in the leg - not much of a friend then - bang
Sick, Bruv, blood, dizzy and mashed
Stick them in the forces - they'd get thrashed
Drug deal, act bad - nothing else for them to care
Can never love or live as feelings included never to share