Baltimore is a dark cave
Young kids lost in the dark of this shadow
To find the bright play in the thick air
In the heart of the night
The rise in the moon that comes out
Gives little light
Too afraid to run
The feel the pull of the wind
To see the white flakes fall
Reminder of the ice cold of the jail bars
The hope of death
Now that hope of freedom is lost
The sound of the kill
The smell of blood
The young  kids cry out for help
No one can hear their dark music
In the broken glass of a soul
When the love of pain flies away
It’s like a bee
Leaving a flower to grow.