1800
The blood corner flows from pages to pages,
I can’t help but wait on the eagerness of faces,
One opponent after the other,
Satisfied by her content we must go even lower,
At the crown cause he showed he was more,
So the posse got up to see what was in store,
Silent faces as the respect shaded the class,
The intention of the elder was to make the class laugh,
At that time he was on is movement,
A backyard endeavor of 2 cents enduring,
A challenge I would know when blood walked in,
But now the money is spent to where it all went,
Forced to work in what now is the concentration camp,
Making All Tale Lovers unify with amps,
You say you’re militant then get the hell out of here,
Welcome back Sarge, Na, Na a reserve so dear,
The storm took them over,
Killing 2 birds with one stone,
The laughter no longer funny as the case came to a close,
You have your bloods back in the racks,
Too bad you booked him for an all out attack.
