The streets we walk on
The streets we walk on are filled with shame Young boys and girls trying to get into the game The game filled with drugs,guns,and crime Our childhood lives stuck forever in a closed pipeline. The streets we walk on are filled with shame Seeing children's lives taken again and again To some the sight is a nightmare itself Sometimes I want to hide in a locked shelf Wake up ALL people get up out of bed Can't you hear God's phone ringing in your head????
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