Blood in my Veins

Written by: Kyle kriticos

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