Red, green, blue.
All these colours: Nothing new.
Everyday it’s just the same,
Playing one sadistic game.
Every morning, every night,
Every hour, same old fight.
Once you join, you join for good.
Grab a gun; you’re in the hood.
Crack, shrooms, weed.
It’s addictions that we feed.
Need some money? Join the group;
Join the never-ending loop.
Lightless corners: our domain.
Your downward spiral, our own gain.
We would leave this if we could,
But we can’t; we’re in the hood.
Them, us, you.
Never tell us that you knew.
We had different plans in mind,
But we left those dreams behind.
We would have something more
If we avoided this before.
What we didn’t know, you should:
Save your life; avoid the hood.
