stolen cars
prison bars
too many scars
old wounds mend
too few friends
tell me man, "is this the end?"
an old man sighs
a babies cries
another young man dies
a stolen gun
all done for fun
buried yet another son
he didn't know
his life would go
the minute he started slingin blow
now he's gone
we carry on
oh my GOD, what have we done?