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These day it's a cold reality, living life on the street |
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No time left to bite the hand that feeds |
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The lure of money corrupts the weak, and soon they fall |
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Little boy turns to man with a weapon when |
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he's poisoned with crack |
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This time it was his turn to dies |
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Fate call his number in a bloody goodbye |
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Play war games, crack cocaine, all for material gain |
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Stray gunfire an innocent dies |
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The shadow of hope bleeds as power begets greed |
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One more murder and one more death |
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Make no difference in the street |
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Come tomorrow you could be dead |
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That's the grim reality |
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And the media they feed off the sickness |
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They stoke the fire as they eat |
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All the while being glamorized by rap |
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The lure of power creates a death trap of social decay |
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Play war games, crack cocaine, all for material gain |
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In the end, your life is spend |
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The shadow of hope bleeds as power begets greed |
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One more murder and one more death |
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Make no difference in the street |
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Come tomorrow you could be dead |
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That's the grim reality |
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One more murder |
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Makes no difference in the street |
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One more murder |
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That's the grim reality |
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No future, no future, no future on the street |
