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young boy is killed by a gun toting driver |
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he caught him cuase the kid went too far |
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when the mad was asked why |
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he replied with conviction |
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i caught the young punk throwing stones at my car |
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stones at my car |
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uncle sam's on the billboard |
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stars and stripes shining |
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as i drive by he's a message for me |
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the sign reads the constant preparation for war |
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this is the preservation of peace |
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there's a war in our streets |
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there's a war in our streets |
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and we're loading our minds |
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with the word self-defence |
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take someone's life for |
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crossing over our fence |
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there's a war in our streets |
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there's a war in our streets |
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and we're loading our minds |
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with the word self-defence |
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take someone's life for crossing over our fence |
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that's the freedom |
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tricks on his door sent an old man's heart racing |
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tricks on his mind broke his patience in two |
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he answered the door with the crack of a rifle |
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paper boy dies delivering the news |
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he becomes the news |
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fold heroes and murders |
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they're condoned and condemned |
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they're crucified and idolized |
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for taking their stand |
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is this how we live? |
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all good people on guard |
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defending our rights |
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in the home and native land |
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there's a war in our streets |
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there's a war in our streets |
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and we're loading our minds |
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with the word self-defence |
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take someone's life |
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for crossing over our fence |
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there's a war in our streets |
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there's a war in our streets |
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and we're loading our minds |
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with the word self-defence |
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take someone's life for crossing over your fence |
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that's the freedom |
