Sweet Bloody Serenade
Once the first letter is formed,
I lay it down better than before,
once I start I can't stop, I can be
a ronin that can kill with one shot!
Going slow motion, It's time I can
bend, my mind you can't simply
comprehend. Lead, ink and graffiti,
the art of the streets, layin' down
burners and beats!
Using my marker to carve a blade,
taking you into a sweet bloody serenade.
I inch to grab my hilt, making my presence felt.
Erase it, bring it back to basics,
the bullets caught my guy in the matrix.
I stare into space, the ink drips off the page,
the fury of blades..... stuck in a sweet bloody
serenade.
Bitch!
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