Mothers crying on the streets with no hope
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Where's a youth left to go with a broken home
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All I can rely on is my bottles and my friends
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But they will stay with me till the end
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[Chorus:]
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Cause we're the ones who stick together
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Stick together like studs to leather
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As one seeks shelter from this fucked up world
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Boots and chains we hit the street
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Never knowing what we will meet
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Bullets Flying
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| Clit 45 |
