Some brothers step on other siblings to survive
Morals fall to dirt like the raindrops from the skys
Unseen and left unfelt they sit and rot with hate and vengeance
Longing for the day they gain revenge with their ascendance
Peace is never felt when family leaves family in pieces
Strongest of the strong crippled as money is their weakness
What if someone stepped on the faces of those you eat with
Would you draw your blade?
Would you slice away until their soul is slain and caved?
Would you jump for joy as a mother has lost their child?
Returning home with blood on your body from actions vile..

Not a good look
Staring at the clouds
Demons in the shade
Evade in smokey shroud
I see them all the time
They don't attack out loud
Their tactics soaked in grime
They make their brothers proud
The speed is not sublime
He could've saw it coming
Too focused on his needs
Blades soaked in blood
Brothers possessed by greed..