In a city where negativity brews

Where the energies of frustration and desperation fuse

creating a loss for words, so much for the good news

Ironically, I’ve seen Blood members singing the blues

In a city where time changes by the hour

One minute it’s calm, the next second tears shower

Creating puddles of pain, the pavement receives flowers

While candles illuminate a situation that towers

Over a city where at anytime attitudes can ooze

Into the cracks of rationality, when that happens we all lose

Creating a monster, the cauldron pot stews

A mixture wicked in its intention, which path will we choose

In a city which is ours, holding historical power

Though over the decades we became sour

Where tasteless acts of rage devours

mind frames of young brains, change is about us!