Hood Up*

This is to anyone that has lost someone due to knife abuse..... Mostly to Blayne Ridgeway.
Live by the knife & Die by the Knife

Hood up
Let’s stroll these streets and put fear into people’s lives
Let us hang on the side and watch the streetlight flicker
A couple passes by and we joke and whisper, let’s knick her

Hood up
I’m thinking to myself ,’What’s Up’
And I can’t even answer.
My blood is pumping, I have a rush
Let’s do something as I spot some Breh
I can’t stop to stare
My hand starts twitching

Hood up
I approach him and next thing I know I’m staring
At him on the ground
“Run”
Screams my conscience
And run I do

Hood up
Now there’s a boy, standing in the corner,
There's a tear running down his face,
There's a blade, gripped between his fingers,
A knife filled with someone’s memories
Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip

My conscience is singing with excitement
“It means you're weak and sick inside,
A coward too, No cause for pride
Why not just throw that knife away
And live to see another day?
That would be brave and cause no grief -
Death is so long and life so brief.”

Hood Down....
*Police siren*
Voice in the Dark whispers
RUN!