| Deep in the angry city
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| The hatred starts to wake
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| You and the boys and their turf
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| Another chance to take
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| Mom and dad told you
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| Never steal or hate
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| Vandalize to compromise
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| Duties through the night
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| Frustrations only grow
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| A face of hatred shows
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| Rivalry is all you know
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| To rule the streets, to run the show
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| To prove your grounds
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| You proudly take a stance
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| Its time again to fight
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| Its time to dance
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| The hour is here to take a chance
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| Turn back and you take a second glance
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| You wear the uniform
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| That picks your side
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| You were danger to help
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| Feed your pride
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| Influent leaders
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| Control pressure closes in
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| Fight you must or die commit
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| The final sin
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| Another city boy played with
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| Killing toys
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| Toys that took his life
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| His mama cries
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| You have nothing left
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| To confess
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| So troubled child
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| You can rest
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| Come tomorrow who’ll remember
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| Who’ll know you
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| Your stay has become nothing new
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| We’ve accepted your ways
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| Life in the angry city
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| Where you’ll find no reasoning
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| Where you’ll find no pity |