Blade In My Hand.
Tell the truth man, you do not really understand.
I need to have this knife displayed in my hand.
If people do not see that I am prepared to fight.
I know it will be me, the first in the line to die.
It gets respect in the neighbourhood that I run.
If you want an easy target, I’m not the easy one.
The gang I run with that is my family and identity.
This shiny blade in my hand is my only security.
The rules are attack is always better than defence.
You don\'t have any time to be sitting on any fence.
In a split decision you have to choose to live or die.
There is only one decision if I didn\'t have this knife.
So many of my friends are now laying out flat dead.
That kind of shit fucks with any young man’s head.
So, until someone offers me a better alternative life.
My best friend will be this big shiny bladed knife.
Nataiella .