BULLETS IN THE BLOOD

Boom, kaaaakaaa, that's the sound of a brother being shot by another brother, the sound of his cry when he laid cold, killing corruption now void but killing brothers without a voice now their mode,

I cried seeing our young children out there without parents but yet still believe so much in a bright future they were told about, now I don't care who takes the gun and pull the trigger.

I care about the child in the street, I care about the brother who thinks am his problem, I care about the brother who stole my life thinking I was his enemy. Love waxed cold and yet we are still bold to hold our brothers by the hand, that's the life we choose to live.. Live, love and laugh cause that's the secret to happiness.

STOP KILLING EACH OTHER

SMITH MASON