You didn’t get the joke
It was meant in fun
Now I’m looking at your angry eyes
Down the barrel of a gun
I thought we were friends
Victims of our birth
Dragged up on the streets together
We learned to scorch this earth
We earned respect with our fists
Progressed from street to street
We won each fight so we could sell
A dream that was a cheat
We built an empire within a state
No truth no shock no fear
Kept our enemies our friends
The lessons learned were clear
Now we sit and isolate
We drink and talk of war
If it starts there’s no end
The future will be history once more
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