Hoods
A storm is brewing, full of hatred and despise
A tornado growing, you can see it in their eyes
The hoods are out, with the pit bulls at their heel
You can smell the fear, you can touch it, go on, feel
What has caused this thing, what has caused the gangs to rumble
What has happened overnight, in this massive concrete jungle
Something exceptional, to cause the gangs to hate and rob
Their welfare cheques have stopped and they have to get a job
17/04/2016
Copyright © John Scott | Year Posted 2016
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