These words are written in blood, on red and white lines.
Rhymes to the beat of a war drum that cries.
Like mothers whose sons were sent to fight.
And widows whose spouses souls are all that keep them warm at night.
Underneath spacious skies where stars look more like bulletholes.
written
words
widows
white
while
waiting
underneath
truth
spouses
swear
souls
shrouds
rhymes
priceless
night
caught
clouds
skies
dodge
lives
cheap
against
mothers
proud
crimes
inhale
cries
nation
where
blood
cause
spacious
caused
gettin
whose
smell
falling
fight
stars
landmines
impatient
indicted
niggaz
lines
these
never
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