Blood being shed on the streets
people see but no one wants to speak
everyday you hear the sounds of ambulances going around town
picking up bodies off the ground
Mother's, father's and children you see
looking at their love ones saying, 'Oh Lord, Why me'
holding their hands while their hearts are sinking in the sand
When all there's left to do is search for that man or woman
that took their love one under
lost of life for nothing
all because someone wanted to prove a point
a point of being a devil on a mission to take a life
with a gun or a knife
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