• these day it's a cold reality, living life on the street
    no time left to bite the hand that feeds
    the lure of money corrupts the weak, and soon they fall

    little boy turns to man with a weapon when
    he's poisoned with crack
    this time it was his turn to dies
    fate call his number in a bloody goodbye

    play war games, crack cocaine, all for material gain
    stray gunfire an innocent dies
    the shadow of hope bleeds as power begets greed

    one more murder and one more death
    make no difference in the street
    come tomorrow you could be dead
    that's the grim reality

    and the media they feed off the sickness
    they stoke the fire as they eat
    all the while being glamorized by rap
    the lure of power creates a death trap of social decay

    play war games, crack cocaine, all for material gain
    in the end, your life is spend
    the shadow of hope bleeds as power begets greed

    one more murder and one more death
    make no difference in the street
    come tomorrow you could be dead
    that's the grim reality

    one more murder
    makes no difference in the street
    one more murder
    that's the grim reality

    no future, no future, no future on the street

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  • bir de better than ezra sarkisi var ayni isimli, fight the future soundtrackde yer almakta. ahan da sözleri;

    one more murder in this town,
    don't mean a thing just lock your doors
    and drive around.

    one more murder in this town,
    don't worry the rain will
    wash the chalk marks from the ground.

    saturday night, shots ring out,
    add one to the body count.
    you come alive to see another's end.

    plead it to a lesser count,
    d.a. says without a doubt,
    in 3-5 you're on the streets again.

    one more murder in this town
    don't mean a thing
    you get accustomed to the sound

    one more murder in this town
    block off the street and
    wrap the crime scene tape around.

    hosanna! hosanna!
    i can't feel a thing at all!
    hosanna! hosanna!
    i can't feel a thing!
    i can't feel a thing at all!

    saturday night you're going out
    parking lot, a figure come about
    feel a piece click against your head.
    pleading to his sympathy,
    "take the car, i got a family"
    you hear a laugh,
    "it don't mean shit to me."
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