Young Innocence

School is safe

Home is to blame

The bad friends start talking

The streets start talking

Finally the gun starts talking

Crime joins the conversation

Rain turns into bills

Craving turns into pills

Down goes the enemy

Police keep you company

Bars hold you tight

No more to fight

The floor is cold

Confinement gets old



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