the art of war
bullets flying
people dying
muggers robbing
innocent victims running
violence spreading
angry residents shouting
people arguing
hearts is racing
two young kids fighting
young teen girls pregnating
chest is pounding
cars are crashing
people are trash talking
a single man getting jumped by cowards giving him beatings
gangs are recruiting
massive shootings
a young child screaming
a dead body on the block and people just keep walking
wearing red you blooding
wearing blue you cripping
wearing yellow and you are crown latin kinging
ignorant rituals equals utter chaotic killings
time goes by flying
kids look up to you admiring
what are you really sharing
it's cool to be a gang banger that is glorifying
the art of war is not about drawing
its about more people dying
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