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I'm tired of being afraid


No one is safe when the bullets start to fly No one wants to lose a brother or a sister over a stupid white lie I can feel the fear nibbling at my heart I feel dizzy and afraid There are not enough exit for me to get away Bang bang pow pow All your friends go down Blood is everywhere and no one is making a sound I'm tired of living in fear Of a cold hard piece of metal Why can't we take the guns away from Children to young to know how to cock the pistol To many funeral because someone let their gun loose My heart beats my hands shakes It's the fear of walking down the street the next day Bang bang one sister lose Pow pow here is where she will fall Bang bang there is blood in the street Pow pow you can shot the gun but can you take the heat?
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