Blood

I got blood on my hands from the things I’ve done,And there’s blood on my feet from the places I’ve gone,My eyes stay blood shot cause of the things I’ve seenAnd I’m always seeing red, so I stop for the greenI got blood on my knees from praying too muchThe red stains my hands cause of the weapons I clutchedI take blood baths to get clean from falling rainI can’t close my eyes, or look away from the painKeep on walking so my shoes are torn, Blood soaked socks, and blood covered cornsWhat is blood to you that’s not blood to meBlood is strength, blood is bond, blood is familyBlood is love, blood is strife, blood is forever, blood is lifeBlood taught me envy, lust and greed,Blood taught me to hate everyone even my own seed.Blood is the river that flows between the banks we sit uponIt is where we came from, and from where our future will be bornI got blood clots in my brain from the thoughts I haveDoctor says it won’t be to long if I don’t’ change my pathChange?  I guess that’s good for some,I’m too stupid, deaf, blind and dumbI can’t see the future, after tonight,I’m not trying to get to heaven, just to do rightI don’t plan for the long haul cause the future is not in my sightThe future is not promised and it’s never in sightSo to keep on walking on this path unpavedOn a blood trailed path to a blood covered grave.What’s up blood?  I get asked over and over again,Not cause of my race, but cause the know where I’ve beenThey know where my head is, the feel me when I speakSo when I say there’s blood on your face, they think on if for weeksSo what do you do when there’s blood all around you?Where do you run when death comes to surround you?How do you feel when you hear what I say?How can you feel when you know only blood can pay?For the things that I’ve done, the things you doThe blood that’s on me can’t help but rub off on you.You can’t cover it up, you can’t hide the red,This crimson flood will cover us from now till we’re dead.The only way out is to accept and believeHold on to what you got, and take the blood that you receive.Copyright 2001 AllisterCritique or comment as you see fit, especially if you think it stinks... Written July 24th, 2001 © on Sep 19 2001 02:04 AM PST   18 • 0 • 13