| Into his flesh the knife cuts
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| Inside he wants to survive
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| Surgeons working hard to try to keep him alive
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| He’s only fourteen years old
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| Beside the bed a cop sighs
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| Don’t think it’s fair he’s too young to die
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| Pulse slows and then his heart quits
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| Doctor’s try to shock his life back
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| They’re unaware that in the street he sells crack
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| Bullet hole through the kidneys
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| The man who shot him understood
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| If he could turn it round I’m sure that he would
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| In times of greed and hate
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| One must evaluate
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| The cause of all this pain
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| Social problems stay the same
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| In times of greed and hate
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| One must retaliate
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| The truth is never plain
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| Understand this is the strain
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| Tried to reach society’s standard
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| Have wealth makes you a good man
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| Not in the wrong he just wants to fit in the plan
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| Teach our kids of wealth and power
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| If you happen to live on the wrong side
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| Got to live a life of crime just to keep you alive
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| Today morality has lost
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| Everyone’s reaching for the top
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| We can’t change the world if a bullet can’t be stopped
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| In this age we’ve lost all our values
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| And maybe nothing can suffice
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| If it’s true we’ll crush ourselves in a self destructive vice
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| In times of greed and hate
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| One must evaluate
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| The cause of all this pain
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| Social problems stay the same
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| In times of greed and hate
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| One must retaliate
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| The truth is never plain
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| Understand this is the strain |