The Sun Drenched Ghetto
In The sun drenched ghetto
The place some call home
There is a beast
That beats his own
The children learn to run
With their gleeful hate
Ignorant to all they do
'Til he notices a mistake
The war wages on
Can you smell it
His whiskey breath
The children steal it all
& wish for their death
The children look around
They find only regret
They're running from it
The crime scene they left
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