Charcoal eyes against blood red skys

Guns that kill …no truth all lies

They cover their tracks and spit in your face

Don’t fuck with the gang of the city

They drink late at night they stay in the fight with whores on their arms looking pretty

The knife, the gun away from the sun they suffer in deep intense shame

The kill on their lands and blood on their hands the smell of heavy dark pain

When they decide to keep you alive be sure that you don’t see their face

If you do your life is now through and no one to take your sad place



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s