We had to move cross the border
to finally transmit the blueprints!
it was a day of terror,
as murder painted the sky with
the holocaust of chaos, many of our men
died, Sean was dead,
Mavis was shot down, I'm sure Charles
never told them where the blueprints were
because we were holding those large pieces
of assassinative TNT,
with that lethal weapon in hand, no gang
would rest until they found the key
to rule America,
street gangs, underground gangs, cult gangs,
all kinds of gangs

we were part of the gang called,
the flying holocaust,
but seeing the harm those papers would
do, mountainous crime rates, a police-immune gang,
the country would turn into one huge hurricane,
Cloey, my love would be in danger
so I quit the gang
and secretly joined the police

I had the blueprints,
given to me by my dead brother, Duron,
It was not safe to burn the blueprints,
anywhere in America, our only choice
was...Mexico

that border line was our only chance,
by now, me and my friend Hilary Dalton,
were severly pursued by all the gangs in America,
including my gang, for treachery...
what were we going to do now?
we just had to cross that line...
                                                      By Kakraba Afful