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from the grave
From that grave you haunt the others[/font]
The ones who got you in it[/font]
How sorry they were[/font]
How bad they felt[/font]
Only for a while[/font]
But after that[/font]
The people went right to the streets[/font]
To sell some more drugs[/font]
And line their pockets with greed[/font]
They don’t care about you[/font]
They don’t trust you[/font]
Why do you think they have that gun?[/font]
In their pants and in their bags[/font]
Next to the drugs they sell to your dad[/font]
Little kids, your girlfriends, your boyfriends[/font]
The people you lost to tragic events[/font]
Unnamed babies and forgotten headstones[/font]
We protest police putting them away[/font]
For we all need drugs one day.
The ones who got you in it[/font]
How sorry they were[/font]
How bad they felt[/font]
Only for a while[/font]
But after that[/font]
The people went right to the streets[/font]
To sell some more drugs[/font]
And line their pockets with greed[/font]
They don’t care about you[/font]
They don’t trust you[/font]
Why do you think they have that gun?[/font]
In their pants and in their bags[/font]
Next to the drugs they sell to your dad[/font]
Little kids, your girlfriends, your boyfriends[/font]
The people you lost to tragic events[/font]
Unnamed babies and forgotten headstones[/font]
We protest police putting them away[/font]
For we all need drugs one day.
Published 6th Nov 2009
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7th Nov 2009 7:52pm
