Out the gate, line em up and start em young
Taught to hate, trade the gavel for the gun
What happened yesterday never take away
The anger found when the streets were running red
I don't wanna lose my head- and I don't wanna wake up dead, no
But maybe it's the way we're bread
Won't stop til we stomp em dead.
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We mix blood on our hands
With the tears of our mothers
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We destroy ourselves
We destroy our brothers
Little Johnny Cullen never had a shot
From a neighborhood where killers don't get caught
It's hard to use your voice when you never had a choice
He walked down Sandy Row with a gun in his hand
He didn't wanna lose his head, he didn't wanna wake up dead
Marching to the drums and fife just another wasted life
And as his sister cries
A young voice is smothered
A trail of blood dries
As they lower him under
