Raining Bullets & Blood
I suggest,
You leave while you can,
This city is filled to the brim,
Everyone wants to win,
When they lose themselves-
In the end,
The city,
It is infested,
Criminals roam every walk;
Non-reformed,
Never charged,
Or plagued with repetition,
One day,
A bullet will stray,
If I stay,
It might be me,
You see,
In Philadelphia,
It rains bullets,
Bullets and blood.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2010
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