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I can tell by the bullets on
your brow you've been sweating once again
No one in your neighborhood wants to be your friend
It's when you decided to pick up a gun
You go and blow your neighbor down and then say you're having fun
Then you jump into a stolen car and off into the night
Let me tell you son you're not that fucking bright
AND NOW THAT IT'S OVER
IN FACT, IT'S ALL OVER NOW
NO ONE LIVES FOREVER, BABY
THERE ARE NO SACRED COWS ANYMORE
You didn't think that I would
notice
You didn't think that I would care
That no one gives a fuck about the length of your hair
There are some colors I don't care about especially red, green
and blue
If you want to dies for drugs and money, you're such a fucking
fool
Don't you spread your disease, all over town
When wrong is wrong, I don't care if you're black, white or brown
Go ahead and blame your mama, go
ahead and blame your dad
Whatever you do, don't blame yourself you don't know good from
bad
Look around and see the children, they're dying all over town
Continue with this gang-bang shit and you know you're bound to go
down
Then you run into an enemy out in the street
He blows you down and the story is complete
©1997 Chilidog Music
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