Door to door with the wounded ones House of bashed in walls DOA rammed his head into doors Yelling out loud, painting the streets Legendary years loaded with faith Happy Birthday! A spanking Rage doesn't know foreign lingo I loved that!
Dudes whimpering like dogs Dogs fighting like dudes A pitbull's jaw was smacking Tons, gangs, sounds in a dream Love only existed in movies We didn't see them We burned cinema seats For the love of the wounded ones