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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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