| Shot rings out in the midday sun
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| Through the kitchen and past my mum
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| How can I live this way, how can it be done
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| Want to live like a man not prey on the run
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| All for a dollar do I find myself
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| With my eye on my back, never sleeping well
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| Looking for a way that will get me out
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| To a place where I don’t have to hide and kill
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| Ticket comes my way from my uncle Jake
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| Yeah a one way ticket to the USA
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| But for a rudy straight from yard they got no work today
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| My dream it melts away, into a…
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| Puddle of blood, on the streets of gold
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| Don’t try to buy my soul, it’s already sold
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| I’m looking for a place, I’ll never know
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| I gotta find a way out, out of here
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| Back on the streets with a glare in my eye
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| Knowing now that the gold was a lie
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| Instinct tell me what to do to survive
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| Rudie to gangsta, I and I
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| Kill another man for a corner of land
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| Just to rob another man for the coin in his hand
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| If mama see me now, she not understand
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| She just stare at the shadow of an empty man
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| All I ever wanted was some peace of mind
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| All I ever got: a shorter place in line
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| But you’ll never know the man behind the life of crime
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| All you’ll ever know is… |