[Intro]
See them marching
Marching home my Lord
After fighting
For the throne
[Chorus: Deacon the Villain][x2]
They in the streets all night
All day
They in the streets all night
All day
You hear the guns sing pah rum pum pum
As arms say bombs away
[Verse 1: Deacon the Villain]
They were born in the belly of the beast
Make a wrong turn streets is telling of a feast
Where peace is a myth
Where sleeps for the rich
To eat is a gift
Alarming
How charming a child can be
'Till he's rollin' down ya street in a gold caprice
Trying eat on ya gold piece
Leave sleep in a hole deceased
I'm talking where you better pray right before you see daylight
No days predictable
There's no two alike
Everybody's a-type
Ready for the kill
Babies need meals dolla dolla bills
Over pills and such we trust
Blue come through tough throw ya folk in cuffs
Watch 'em grown up in the game till they old and rough
You better learn when to fold or bluff
See them marching
Marching home my Lord
After fighting
For the throne
[Chorus: Deacon the Villain][x2]
They in the streets all night
All day
They in the streets all night
All day
You hear the guns sing pah rum pum pum
As arms say bombs away
[Verse 1: Deacon the Villain]
They were born in the belly of the beast
Make a wrong turn streets is telling of a feast
Where peace is a myth
Where sleeps for the rich
To eat is a gift
Alarming
How charming a child can be
'Till he's rollin' down ya street in a gold caprice
Trying eat on ya gold piece
Leave sleep in a hole deceased
I'm talking where you better pray right before you see daylight
No days predictable
There's no two alike
Everybody's a-type
Ready for the kill
Babies need meals dolla dolla bills
Over pills and such we trust
Blue come through tough throw ya folk in cuffs
Watch 'em grown up in the game till they old and rough
You better learn when to fold or bluff
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