Cold War
Caught up in this cold war
where children die young and the old die off
the feeling of not belonging to such a money hungry blood driven world
I can be killed for the Jordans on my feet
or held at gun point for my purse
why, because the thirst for green supercedes the relevance of life
innocent children slain in cold blood for bitter vengence
elderly folks watch the streets eyes alert, afraid they are victims, next
Again I say
Caught up in this cold war
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