In Search Of...

by Silk

Dark clouds float throughout tha inner city,
seeking out souls 2 penetrate
Instigating a war that begins with you
and ends with US!
Motherless children,
heads hung low,
cry out with AK-47 assault rifles.
They need others to shed ghetto bred tears with them.
So they Kill, Kill, Kill!
Until nothing is left.
Nothing but dark clouds drifting around the city,
Raining down on poor ghetto souls.

In Search Of... by Silk

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