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He betrayed his gun for love, but he's cool on the crossfire And he keeps breaking up, but it's not to the sound of birds The tyranny, the violent streets, the prep, the world that we're blessed with And we can't get enough, no Heaven if you sent us down, so we could build a plague around For the sinners, play your sakes We'd be so proud of what we made, I hope you got some beds around Cause you're the only refuge now For every mother, every child, every brother Let's call it in the crossfire I trained my luck to know why he's cool on the crossfire And now I'm here waking up to the sun and the sound of birds Society's anxiety, the props, the world that we're blessed with We just can't get enough, no Heaven if you sent us down, so we could build a plague around For the sinners, play your sakes We'd be so proud of what we made, I hope you got some beds around Cause you're the only refuge now For every mother, every child, every brother Let's call it in the crossfire