Expendable Youth Slayer

[Verse 1]
Gun down cold on a raw deal
Home turf, my battlefield
In no one's way, caught in a crossfire
Stray bullets can kill

[Chorus]
Expendable youth
Fighting for possession
Having control
A principal obsession
Rivalry and retribution
Death: the only solution

[Verse 2]
Injured soul on the hard ground
Head blown off, facedown
Lying in a pool of blood
An accidental death, homicide

[Chorus]
Expendable youth
Fighting for possession
Having control
A principal obsession
Rivalry and retribution
Death: the only solution