On the west side of town, there is the urban gangs
The Red Crosses on Main, and the Blue Bloods on Kent
Always battling for grounds to make the extra cent
Off of the drugs and sex with the blood spilling fangs

Being member of reds meant no blue in wardrobe
Bitter rival to death, enemies till the end
Only floating body will remove from this trend
As a lifelong member in terrible microbe

Initiated with pain through a drastic hazing
To become a brother and have this family
And to have some sisters amongst this sad tragedy

The criminal events left the city blazing
With hundred innocents hit from bloody crossroads
The sad state of this part, police have wrongful codes