Bloods and Cripes: A childrens tale
Tall hats live on the east
Short hats live on the west
They both play with figurines
But who plays with them the best?
Tall hats believe in warfare
short hats believe in house
Sometimes their loud as stereos
Yet mostly their quiet as a mouse
They collide in battle in the north
Where they each go on occasions
plagued with different beliefs
They struggle to give each other abrasions
The lesson here is somewhat old
Yet new still to some
It shouldn't matter if you play with pots and pans
Or make believe you're holding a gun
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