Bad Blood

Social injustices can affect so many A hand to grasp to hide & hold Set on fire to its oratory fragrance... The streets were fought for territorial rights; Out of negotiations with a long line of strife The gangs outside were very mean & controlling, Their territory was grueling etched in a barrage of discomfort.... Bad blood Isn't it a pity that you hate the city; With lines drawn in the sand some poles very shifty... A novice may use quite a gentle approach; An emotional conflict can result in fear, guilt & shame, Guilt & shame need to be overcome by the grace of God, Bad blood.... Throughout its beckoning call toward inevitable service, Many years of growing up in the streets; Phat rims & image keeping fades, Jose was a long way off on that day... The city kids were out for a fight that night, With clearer heads having prevailed, Some have often found themselves lying in a sewer; Just waiting for another episode toward that in manuever, Bad blood... Jose was quick to draw his nine that day Perhaps it was the bad blood that took him from behind ? All alone with my silver spoon exposed to its elements; Shadows proned to turn in the corner of my room Fastened by the imaginations in my head Wake up dead! Yet in mere solace what matters most? Like a lost seagull flying off the coast; Try as you may the other way, Bad blood... Torn Bridges are being burned having tables now being turned; In solemn mast of rhetoric demise Yet a word to the wise; Bad Bad blood, From darkness to light yet never giving up on the fight; A tug at the heart will light the spark to what it is we have been waiting for... Since creation unfolds a story that's being sold Vibrant eyes turned to gold As in a variation of a dream sorted through its sifted after glow exposed! Bad blood.