Think They Bad

You see them with lip - think they all bad Fighting and shank holding - think they cool but they just sad Only phrase - are you dizzy blood - lost in their gang Mate shot him in the leg - not much of a friend then - bang Sick, Bruv, blood, dizzy and mashed Stick them in the forces - they'd get thrashed Drug deal, act bad - nothing else for them to care Can never love or live as feelings included never to share