Game

by GothChick   Apr 22, 2007


They thought it was all a game,
Stepping on all those in the way.
Starting a gang,
Just to show they weren't lame.
Standing on a corner in the middle of the day,
waiting to scare someone unaware of the game.
On that day, blood hit the road like rain,
as a nearby gang went to show who was boss.
Now, so many are in the ground,
because of a game.

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