LYRIC FOR SALE

By troy ruth

Another street assault, another knife,
Another knife wound, another life.
Its constant murder trying to survive in the street,
Especially when the gangs turn up the heat.
Its hard to be positive and look to the light,
With all the hatred and self-demolition in sight.
In my area the biggest gang wear black,
Drive fast cars and pile the pressure on the back
Of the innocent.
Money aint an issue and they look the part,
Armed to the teeth it wouldn’t pay to start…. a fight.
They have no reason to hide their violent ways,
It is best for them we are kept in darker days
…. Helps them operate.
People look up to these full of respect,
One organisation that you couldn’t eject….. They’re here to stay.
Things turned dark on a Friday afternoon,
When a racer pulled up, a four door saloon.
The gang’s car met him at the line,
Showing his gangs colours this time.
The both hit the throttle, both ready to race
Unfortunately the racer set the pace…. And he won.
The gangster lost it and wanted to fight,
Flashed him to pull over at the next light.
With no word of warning he was over at his car,
Sent him unconscious with his flick stick bar.
Reach to his should and spoke in his slang,
That’s what helped you recognise his gang.
“Sierra Oscar one are you receiving? Iv got a street thug here and he aint breathing”
“Do you know the trouble your facing?”
“None im a mason”
GANGSTERS!