When we were young blue and red were just simple colors in a box full of crayons.
Now they are two separate colors that transformed into blood shed and rivers full of tears.
Mothers are left crying because their kids and teens are wasting their youth to the gang life.
Crips and bloods, rivers with two colors that will never fuse into purple. I wonder how colors that represent sorrow and anger can ever be separated.
If the color of your skin appeal to numerous stereotypes then why will you allow your self to be stigma.
Young man or young woman, you see gangs never solve anything.
Gangs are like lies the more you allow it to grow the more it will spread in this world of ours.
Also gangs are like water it has a start but alas it will never have an end.
Years go bye, you see old members of your crew dead or in prison and you look into your mothers eyes.
I can tell what you see; you see a tear trying to stay in because she hopes that you learn from your mistakes and change your whole life around.
To bad it doesn't work like that, you have to witness your life in jeopardy.
You say that you want out but we both know that it isn't always like that.
You got jumped in and now you will have to get jumped out and both jumping's are always going to result in life or death.
You made a revelation and you see your body in a street corner. No you are not dead but what you see that famous light.
Now are going to run to the light and not revamp your life, or are you going to run back to your body and make a huge change.
