BLOODSTAINED CONCRETE
PHOENIX JAMES
GENRE
As this bloodstained concrete beneath my feet
Speaks yet another volume of more death in the street
It tells of more police meeting and maintaining agendas of another mission complete
By keeping more drug dealers in business even if this is only for a time at least
It speaks of gun crime on the increase
And of mums finding no peace
From crying without cease
From seeing their young ones dying in the streets
Sometimes it sings when it speaks
Sad songs of all the wrongs and all the grief
Come stand with me
Upon this haunting ground, in this taunting place
And hear the cries of this once ordinary grey pave
That now wears a bloodstained face
As it tells the in-depth stories of murder, brutality and violation
Inflicted on innocent victims in countless police stations
It says the same blood running across the floor in there
Is the same blood you see staining my face out here
Its cold voice cuts through me raw and authoritative
Speaking of corrupt law enforcement officers
And fraudulent governments
Who ship in and fly in weapons and drugs
As if mental enslavement isn’t enough
Without blood on the pavement
Distributing them throughout our communities
Adding further fuel to our death, decline and disunity
Hurting
While they just sit back and watch us destroy each other
Discuss how good it’s working
Then order their wicked workmen
Their crooked coppers to arrest and try and pocket the profits off of us
In this grandiose design
Designed to meet a grandiose purpose
Black blood continues to spill out into the streets ‘cause in the laws grand scheme of things
It’s worthless
Too late for doctors and nurses
Cries this
Here cold concrete as it continues to record these injustices upon its surface
Word is
You might die here, on what the local papers call Murder mile
But don’t be discouraged, come stand with me a while
Upon this haunting ground, in this taunting place
Where the pavement stays shiny red from the common blood on its face
Yes, shiny red
With more shine than hair designed with products by Nexxus
More glistening than a Gucci diamond necklace
Runs smoother and faster than a brand new Lexus
And draws more attention than a girl group from Texas
Yes
Come stand with me
And hear these tainted streets cry freedom
Freedom from the blood of those bleeding
But there comes no relief from the guns and drugs they keep feeding
Into our communities
Destroying our belief in love and unity
With so much evil in our neighbourhood
It’s difficult to see any good
Then we wonder why our youngsters don’t behave as they should
Its all in the mind control system of thieves
Don’t take my brain away
Need to think
Or soon we’ll be
Extinct
By this strategically manufactured disease
Mass genocide is taking place outside and on our TVs
Right before our eyes
And still millions of closed minds can’t see
That this is all by design and meant to be
Mentally, physically and spiritually it’s deep
There goes another soul put to sleep
Through drugs and gun crime on the increase
Everyday it’s the same old repeat
And as this cold wind blows through me
I stand here listening to the testimonies
Of this bloodstained concrete beneath my feet
Speaking yet another volume
Of more death
In the street
Speaks yet another volume of more death in the street
It tells of more police meeting and maintaining agendas of another mission complete
By keeping more drug dealers in business even if this is only for a time at least
It speaks of gun crime on the increase
And of mums finding no peace
From crying without cease
From seeing their young ones dying in the streets
Sometimes it sings when it speaks
Sad songs of all the wrongs and all the grief
Come stand with me
Upon this haunting ground, in this taunting place
And hear the cries of this once ordinary grey pave
That now wears a bloodstained face
As it tells the in-depth stories of murder, brutality and violation
Inflicted on innocent victims in countless police stations
It says the same blood running across the floor in there
Is the same blood you see staining my face out here
Its cold voice cuts through me raw and authoritative
Speaking of corrupt law enforcement officers
And fraudulent governments
Who ship in and fly in weapons and drugs
As if mental enslavement isn’t enough
Without blood on the pavement
Distributing them throughout our communities
Adding further fuel to our death, decline and disunity
Hurting
While they just sit back and watch us destroy each other
Discuss how good it’s working
Then order their wicked workmen
Their crooked coppers to arrest and try and pocket the profits off of us
In this grandiose design
Designed to meet a grandiose purpose
Black blood continues to spill out into the streets ‘cause in the laws grand scheme of things
It’s worthless
Too late for doctors and nurses
Cries this
Here cold concrete as it continues to record these injustices upon its surface
Word is
You might die here, on what the local papers call Murder mile
But don’t be discouraged, come stand with me a while
Upon this haunting ground, in this taunting place
Where the pavement stays shiny red from the common blood on its face
Yes, shiny red
With more shine than hair designed with products by Nexxus
More glistening than a Gucci diamond necklace
Runs smoother and faster than a brand new Lexus
And draws more attention than a girl group from Texas
Yes
Come stand with me
And hear these tainted streets cry freedom
Freedom from the blood of those bleeding
But there comes no relief from the guns and drugs they keep feeding
Into our communities
Destroying our belief in love and unity
With so much evil in our neighbourhood
It’s difficult to see any good
Then we wonder why our youngsters don’t behave as they should
Its all in the mind control system of thieves
Don’t take my brain away
Need to think
Or soon we’ll be
Extinct
By this strategically manufactured disease
Mass genocide is taking place outside and on our TVs
Right before our eyes
And still millions of closed minds can’t see
That this is all by design and meant to be
Mentally, physically and spiritually it’s deep
There goes another soul put to sleep
Through drugs and gun crime on the increase
Everyday it’s the same old repeat
And as this cold wind blows through me
I stand here listening to the testimonies
Of this bloodstained concrete beneath my feet
Speaking yet another volume
Of more death
In the street
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