Brothers By Oppression
Bloods, Crips, Kings
Brothers by oppression
yet the sight of colors
can bring on war
While blasting angry
voices through stereos
KILL
KILL
KILL
Beautiful women
Innocent children
lose Father, Sons, Brothers
Future teachers and coaches
of our community under
mind control
These young kamikazes
used to be power rangers
lovers
Now they hold techs
without fear
Batman was their hero
Now the almighty dolla
has them blind
Bloods, Crips, Kings
Brothers by oppression
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