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
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