Where many men fall

The streets is a battle field
between drugs and thugs
but there are no shields
no protection and no hugs

We march and stand tall
across the battle field
where many men fall
We are soldiers

This life is war
and this is a battle
we are lost soldiers
without a paddle

Men turn against eachother
in spite of survival
For we are not conrads
we are rivals

Every man for himself
We are our own worst enemy
And so is this joint
aswell as this hennesy

As we march
We stand tall and never crawl
Across the battle field
where many men fall