Boundaries Lost
A City Infested with Blood, Death, and Gore
With Knowledge Lacking and Chaos Growing
Violence Makes up East L.A.’s Decor
On the Brink of Entropy, Fear Begins Flowing
Where Only Poverty Exists and thus fills the Streets
Where Congestion Rises with the Sun
A New Day is Merely Made of Malicious Meets
Usually Greeted with a Bright and Shiny Gun
Hear the Fatal Shot
Take Heed, Take Cover
Another Left For Dead, Already Forgot
Probably Someone’s Nameless Loved Brother
One More Gone Due to Boundaries Crossed
Leaving No Hope, No Future— All Existence Lost
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