Party 8 Club Zone; Open to anyone (lawful or unlawful)

[RmJ]

Through the haze of the crowd the main stage is populated with variety of performers....

I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle, just a gangster stalking
Living life like a hack'er, quick is my fuse
Then dead as a death pack, the colors I choose

Rogue or Jun-ker 'cast or 'sair
It just don't matter
Sucker die for your life when my shotgun scatters
We gangs of Liber-tay. will never die, just multiply

Colors

You don't know me, fool, you disown me, cool
I don't need your a*sistance, social persistence
Any problem I got I just put my fist in
My life is violent, but violent is life

Peace is a dream, reality is a knife
My colors my honor my colors my all
With my colors upon me one soldier stands tall
Tell me what have you left me

What have I got
Last night in cold blood my young brother got shot
My homeboy got jacked, my mother's on crack
My sister can't work 'cause her arms show tax

Madness insanity, live in profanity
Then some punk claiming' they understanding' me
Give me a break, what world do you live in
Death is my sect, guess my religion

Colors

My pants are sagging' braided hair
Suckers stare but I don't care
My game ain't knowledge, my game's fear
I've no remorse so squares beware

But my true mission is just revenge
You ain't in my sect, you ain't my friend
Wear the wrong color, your life could end
Homicide's my favorite venue

Colors

So I'll just walk like a giant, LP-I defiant
You'll say to stop but I'll say that I can't
My gangs my family, it's all that I have
I'm a star on the wall's my autograph

You don't like it, so you know where you can go
'Cause the streets are my stage and terror's my show
Psycho-analyze try and diagnose me, why?
It wasn't your brother that brutally died

But it was mine, so let me define my territory don't cross the line
Don't try to act crazy 'cause the shit don't faze me
If you ran like a punk, it wouldn't amaze me
'Cause my colors death, though we all want peace
But our war won't end till all wars cease


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Colors

As the heavy handed beats shake the seemingly solid floor a figure among the dark emerges to the bar. The bar tender extends a hand out to the to welcome the guest in.

"Welcome to Party 8, what will you have?" the young man asks."No thanks, I'm not thirsty" the unremarkable man shouts in attempt to out compete the performers on stage. "Only two kinds of people refuse drinks at 8 gun men, or Customs agents. First one I'll say is bad luck for you and the other I say get the hell out of my bar." The tender tosses a towel over his left shoulder and raises his right hip so his firearm can be seen. The man takes a glance and grins, but not enough to be noticed "I'll have a crimson nova, friend." The man turns his head around to examine the crowd. He patiently waits for his drink while waiting to see someone he recognizes. He wonders which would come first...

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