| Eyes ablaze with virtue, they raise the sword of state
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| But still I see no compromise, it’s our heart upon the slate
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| We’re driven to the ledges, just one step to the wire
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| We’re under siege, it’s face to face, one spark can start a fire
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| Street war, they’re burning in the ghetto
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| Street war, there’s writing on the wall
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| Street war, you can’t paint over anger
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| Street war, the rock’s about to fall
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| You can dial up a murder (you're watchin' 911)
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| Or you can tune into a psychic force, the mystery has just begun
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| And if you wanna see the kids at school, you’d better take a gun
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| There’ll be a curfew in the dead of night until we see the risin' sun
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| Crazy-eyed fanatics, militia man invades
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| Inspired by insanity to storm the barricades
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| Where diamonds buy election, the soul of freedom bleeds
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| For the martyr and the madman, it’s the flame on which it feeds
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| Street war, we’re blinded by ambition
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| Street war, we turn the other cheek
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| Street war, the guilty stand convicted
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| Street war, by every word they speak
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| Street war, we’re blinded by ambition
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| Street war, we turn the other cheek
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| Street war, the guilty stand convicted
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| Street war, by every word they speak
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| Street war, it’s trial by oppression
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| Street war, we’re strung out on a plate
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| Street war, for every dream you vaporize
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| Street war, you sow the seeds of hate |