Red


It's not the color that I choose
For others it could be the reason why they loose
I wear it to seek a way out if I feel lost or confused
It's passion, pain the color of blood we all bruise
I pump it through veins this red rain changed my shoes
Color him whatever if he offers you a deal refuse
You don't wanna be under his order having to pay dues
Killing time an these rhymes make it easy to slay
Because of red it's all I see an wear most of the day
It'll be the first an last color I'll probably ever see
Cause there's nothing in my grave just red roses and me

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