Cold Journey

From a train to a car to the blood on the tar
boys be laying in the street with a gun at their feet
Dead cause thug was the name 
they were raised to believe

Now its blue vs red vs blue and red feds
equality's a dream that died 
ina troubled youths head

Cause peace was the vision of a hood kid who 
hung with other kids he thought were his friends
He got cheated and beatup and treated like hell
by the niggas he thought were his friends as well

So his peace dream died but he should of kept it
cause now picking up a gun equalled being respected

Then he joined the red side cause his oppressors were blue
He took pride in the task to kil his old crew

So he filled up his pistol and got on a train
to a car that would take him down memory lane
As he greeted his brothers and stood by the car
he heard a loud bang and fell on the tar

Now he realised the blue crew saw the jump coming
then he died in the blood that he dreamt of becoming
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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