With no pain there's no gain,
No blame game but the blame is stained.
Nutrition to the brain adds the flame to the insane,
Blood stains on my shirt and a dead body in the drain.

The police came,
Body's cold and stiff, head strain.
Brain matter on the side of the walls well laid,
No evidence to show and no running blood in his veins.
The soul reaper is gathering souls again.

Bed rest, vegetable life, he's a cane,
Bullets speeding, swift movements like trains.
Shot in the leg and low he's lame,
Laying in his blood next to the empty shell grains.

Another child dies again, another youth dies in vain,
They stress on the violence yet they make crime their main campaign.
gathering of sorrows, here comes the reaper once again,
To deliver their souls after their bodies have been slain.