Rose


The heat of the streets emulates their songs
Contemplating life with all its rights and wrongs
Finding faith in the words of a well known criminal
Forgetting what was taught and messages so subliminal
Blood like a rose so precious and pure
Bullets in the air, time to hit the floor
Singing to the land of concrete and metal
Placing down the flag, this is where we'll settle
No time for error so keep a sharp eye
Screaming to the heavens we will never die
Life like a rose, each petal falls down
All players like a king but who wears the crown?

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