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view from hell (a product of the environment)

somebody take these guns from here
I can't shoot my brothers anymore
pour some liquor for those who passed away
cease fire
 
even though the gangsters
move in silence

I seen a thug cry

my people in the street
brothers put down your heat
 
killin another nigga
for a rock

pop pop

life on a 9
livin for a line
    
with the devil
you can no longer dance

fucking dying before time...
Written by Blackenedsole (Boreas)
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