no respons not a thing
blood on the floor gun in hand
why coud a boy feel this way
feeling alone coold and dead
he toke a gun to hid head
didunt feel a thing just a bang
then wight then darkness
the war song of the centrey
we fort the war on drugs
but we for got the people who neeid the help
didunt her the yeps and crying
didunt see the bullits flying
just dead bodeys
the floor in blood
what a fucking nice naber hood
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