Bullets Flying

Bullets Flying
Mothers crying on the streets with no hope
Where's a youth left to go with a broken home
All I can rely on is my bottles and my friends
But they will stay with me till the end
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Cause we're the ones who stick together
Stick together like studs to leather
As one seeks shelter from this fuc*** up world
Boots and chains we hit the street
Never knowing what we will meet