Blood

[Verse 1]
Roses are blood and violets are violence
Silently I’m walkin' on the chalk lines, hi there
I wish I could wave bye but either side someone loses
Beauty's deeper than your bruises and contusions
I knew her before she was a victim turned abuser
A life inside a needle, she’s no heroine of this tale
Some do good, some do bad, either way the heroеs fail
Layin’ Clark Kent in the crypt tonight, if only Dr. Luther had prеvailed
Kings and queens of avenues chat platitudes but lack on test of aptitude
That aren’t in tune with city cycles that exclude the schools of street survival
They gentrified the city, exported murder to my county
I’ve seen bodies, I’ve seen bounties, I fear death
I hate when browsers tell me to be grounded
Life dealt the hand but it’s only spades and shovels
Six feet deeper than the struggle, just one pop would burst your bubble
Stop

[Hook]
No thanks, I don’t do blood
No thanks, I don’t do blood
No thanks, I don’t do blood
Here’s a toast to the undead son
No thanks, I don’t do blood
No thanks, I don’t do blood
No thanks, I don’t do blood
Only the good die once

[Verse 2]
At the party with the Draculas I never felt so mortal
The streets are like Iraq but I have never seen the oil
War torn for different soils, still the rich all reap the spoils, huh?
I saw this Wiccan looking wicked, she walked up in leopard print and with a twisted smile
Handed me a potion of prescriptions, "let’s get twisted," never did it though
Hot trigger, reminded me of a cop’s gun, stolen from a party
Thought it fun and in the hobby
Weeks later found it in the park they found the body Of a girl at the same party
She was pregnant
Two lives drowned in one pull
I once saw her floating by, walking out of school
Boyfriend was a drug dealer, didn’t like the suit
Of her stomach so he wet worked
Now she’s swimming on the news
I guess it's cheaper than that child support
Down the road they call it "Bodymore"
We hold the T, call it Baltimore

[Hook]
No thanks, I don’t do blood
No thanks, I don’t do blood
No thanks, I don’t do blood
Here’s a toast to the undead son
No thanks, I don’t do blood
No thanks, I don’t do blood
No thanks, I don’t do blood
Only the good die once

[Outro]
Roses are red and violets are violence
I’m picking flowers, a concrete bouquet
Remember place the petals in the street where I lay someday
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