Blood
Roses are blood
And violets are violence
Silently I'm walkin' on the chalk lines
Hi there
I wish I could wave bi
But either side someone loses
Beauty's deeper than your bruises and contusions I knew her
Before she was a victim turned abuser
A life inside a needle she's no heroine
Of this tale
Some do good some do bad
Either way the heroes fail
Layin' Clark Kent in the crypt tonight
If only Dr. Luther had prevailed
Kings and queens of avenues
Chat platitudes but lack on test of aptitude
That aren't in tune with city cycles
That exclude the schools of street survival
They gentrified the city
Exported murder to my county
I've seen bodies I've seen bounties
I fear death I hate when browsers tell me to be grounded
Life dealt the hand
But it's only spades and shovels
Six feet deeper than the struggle
Just one pop would burst your bubble
Stop
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
Here's a toast to the undead sun
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
Only the good die once
At a party with the Draculas I never felt so mortal
The streets are like Iraq but I have never seen the oil
War torn for different soils
Still the rich all reap the spoils huh
I saw this Wiccan looking wicked she walked up in leopard printed
With a twisted smile handed me a potion of prescriptions
"Let's get twisted"
Never did it though
Hot trigger
Reminded me of a cop's gun stolen from a party
Thought it fun and in the hobby
Weeks later in the park they found a body
Of a girl at that same party
She was pregnant
Two lives drowned in one pull
I once saw her floating by
Walking out of school
Boyfriend was a drug dealer
Didn't like the suit
Of her stomach so he wet worked
Now she's swimmin' on the news
Damn
I guess it's cheaper than that child support
Down the road they call it "Bodymore"
We hold the "T"
Call it Baltimore
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
Here's a toast to the undead sun
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
Only the good die once
Roses are red
And violets are violence
I'm pickin' flowers
A concrete boquete
Remember place the petals
In the streets where I lay
Someday
Applause for the gun play
Applause for the gun play
Applause for the gun play
Applause for the gun play
Applause for the
And violets are violence
Silently I'm walkin' on the chalk lines
Hi there
I wish I could wave bi
But either side someone loses
Beauty's deeper than your bruises and contusions I knew her
Before she was a victim turned abuser
A life inside a needle she's no heroine
Of this tale
Some do good some do bad
Either way the heroes fail
Layin' Clark Kent in the crypt tonight
If only Dr. Luther had prevailed
Kings and queens of avenues
Chat platitudes but lack on test of aptitude
That aren't in tune with city cycles
That exclude the schools of street survival
They gentrified the city
Exported murder to my county
I've seen bodies I've seen bounties
I fear death I hate when browsers tell me to be grounded
Life dealt the hand
But it's only spades and shovels
Six feet deeper than the struggle
Just one pop would burst your bubble
Stop
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
Here's a toast to the undead sun
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
Only the good die once
At a party with the Draculas I never felt so mortal
The streets are like Iraq but I have never seen the oil
War torn for different soils
Still the rich all reap the spoils huh
I saw this Wiccan looking wicked she walked up in leopard printed
With a twisted smile handed me a potion of prescriptions
"Let's get twisted"
Never did it though
Hot trigger
Reminded me of a cop's gun stolen from a party
Thought it fun and in the hobby
Weeks later in the park they found a body
Of a girl at that same party
She was pregnant
Two lives drowned in one pull
I once saw her floating by
Walking out of school
Boyfriend was a drug dealer
Didn't like the suit
Of her stomach so he wet worked
Now she's swimmin' on the news
Damn
I guess it's cheaper than that child support
Down the road they call it "Bodymore"
We hold the "T"
Call it Baltimore
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
Here's a toast to the undead sun
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
No thanks I don't do
Blood
Only the good die once
Roses are red
And violets are violence
I'm pickin' flowers
A concrete boquete
Remember place the petals
In the streets where I lay
Someday
Applause for the gun play
Applause for the gun play
Applause for the gun play
Applause for the gun play
Applause for the
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