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Apr 2014
gangland fights and guns galore
bodies lying on the floor
in an all out gangland war

to win respect with a ****
in a seedy gangland thrill
people dying to young to go
theres no chance for them to grow

if only they could live as one
then all the killing would be gone
live in peace and stop the war
and live in peace for evermore

perhaps oneday it well maybe
that the future they will see
until then we just dont no
if all the violence.will ever go
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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