Youth of the Day
Put down all these weapons
Tell me what you reckon
That a knife or a gun will do for you .
Trying to be a bad boy
Now you stuck in handcuffs
And your feeling like a fool.
I know the streets arent easy
Please believe me
Just put away your tools
Thinking that your hard because your with your crew
Now your locked up in a room .
Put away the guns and knives
Clean up all these streets
PUT AWAY THE GUNS AND KNIVES
CLEAN UP ALL THESE STREETS
A knife will slice your life
A gun will end your life
A little background info ... im a born and bred brit( means im english) and of lately ive lost many friends to the streets of the uk, even in the us the violence between the youth and in relation to gangs is way to much . lets #standup & #speakout
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