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Bleed
We bad
Some Niggas is so tough
Ruffle feathers like bad weather
Bad news
Niggas want to fight so bad
Our blood be boiling
Be wanting to
Lock hands
Put it on somebody

We really want to fuck some shit up

But what is that gon’ do?
How we gon’ handle this?

Blood gon’ be shed
Somebody going to jail
And Somebody else going to the hospital
Stab wounds, gunshots, take a long time to heal
But not as long as our spirits will take
Spirits will long remember
What these feet and fists feel like
Balled up made hard for contact against soft flesh
We will long remember what it feels like to have stomach folded over feet
Head buzzing
Blood in our mouths
Ears and face hot
So damn hot
We will long remember
The burn of the bullets
Bodies’ fight against hot lead
45 and nine millis

Our spirits will not forget
This violence, this basic betrayal
Of what is best about us

Why we forgot how to come back from the place
Where our words don’t work
So we ride back to the words on one anothers’ pain

And so it goes:
“Bleed nigga bleed! Bleed nigga, nigga bleed! Nigga Bleed till you and I die. Nigga bleed till we die. Nigga bleed”
Nigga, I want you to bleed for me,
Your blood sacrifice is going to be my penance,
You on the cross me for me and everybody like me.
I need to forget so I am going to make you bleed,I am going to take it out on your flesh
Until I cant shoot no more
Until I can’t beat you no more
Until you can’t breathe no more