| He’s still here after all these years with the lost sinners
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| Cold blood stay frost from the north winters
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| Henny spilling out his cup on his four fingers
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| Battle voices in his head saying «You're Finished»
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| Soul feeling like the old rust on the door hinges
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| Whores throat, beat up and raspy like a tour singers
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| The past wishing in his glass in the course lingers
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| Flashing memory every splash of hennesy
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| Heavy cash and enemy semi blast the? |
| enesi?
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| Answers back your messages bending back and hemorrhaging
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| Men in black with menacing looks meet the crooks fate
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| The simmering in his eyes until it cooks hate
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| The future’s looking grimmer
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| He’s feeling him or me while he’s lookin in the mirror
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| And maybe God forgive him or he don’t
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| This kid is thinking he gon see the morning living but he won’t
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| Somebody’s getting murdered tonight
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| Somebody’s gotta pay for this year
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| Somebody’s gotta pay for this life
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| Somebody’s getting murdered tonight
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| He’s still here after all these years, with the derelicts
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| Black army jacket terrorist, remenis
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| Overfallen soldiers, brothers in arms ???
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| Rumbling war, where OGs crumble and fall
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| In a blizzard of bullets might have been a hundred or more
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| Bullet hole puncture the wall then rupture your skull
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| Fucking animals in the deadliest jungle of all
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| Disgusting cannibals eating eachothers mothers ofcourse
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| Hanger slit her throat throw a bucket under her corpse
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| Disrespect the dead fuck without a crutch of remorse
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| Witness death another life crushed like dust in a storm
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| Pistols dressed with silencers to muffle applauds from the clapper
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| The future’s looking grimmer
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| He’s feeling him or me while he’s lookin in the mirror
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| And maybe God forgive him or he don’t
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| This kid is thinking he gon see the morning living but he won’t |