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Nights in the Ghetto Mangled world, oh what you produce De-constructed morality making demons of our youth Still, on nights like this, meandering through ghetto land, I lose sight of truth finding only the atrocity of man Still I love them though they be afraid Poor bursting hearts that only want to be saved But here judgement is swift and mercy a laugh and if you make a wrong move I'll bus’ a cap in yo ass |
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