NT (12-21-1991 / hinsdale hospital)

City Streets

Why city lights be so bright
But so much darkness in the night
And why the hate in my sight
To kill a brother in the middle of the night
Then stain my hands with this bloody sight
Then run from cops
Left and right
Then getting shot down
At this horrific night
Then dieing another
blood splattered death at night

by nick trager

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got shot down on that horrible night how does one stain his hands with a bloody sight? a bloody deed why are city lights so bright?