Today I sit here in a room watching shows of doom and gloom, Rain and it’s sounds wetting groups of dog hounds, The gritty street turned to wet and dark, Water on knives those who choose to end life’s, Yet still, Rain, Beatification in every drop, Natrual and Nice like Suger and Spice, The news gives the blues the wet has turned red all these events I’m truly fed up, Another gloomy day will me and my friends live to stand another day, These are the days where the rain is now blood and it never rains, It always pour deaths on the street to survive in the streets is grisly a feat, But after all it’s just that.

Another day in the thread of history.