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In The Gutter, It's The Gudda

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In the nights
In the dark I hear gun shots
Another child lost in the gutter
Its the gudda
The urgency of a feared mother
Running to see
If it's her baby boy
It's her baby boy
Bleeding his life away
Life away
Lost in the night of the flashy life
A lifeless life
Rocking back and forth
Baby hold on
Baby hold on
Someone call the ambulance
It's a boy
It's my boy
Drownding in his own soil
Can't shake it
Can't face it
Looking into the eyes
Of another one risen up to the sky
Flying high
Saying bye
The addiction of the flashy life
Free cars
Free girls
Free toys
Life was so free it was tried
Taken with one shot
One Shot!
Now I have to wash my hands
Wash my brother away
How simple I can wash my hands
My mother
"My Mother"
Has to be hosed down
Take it away
Please take it away
Put on the strips
And dark vibrant colors
Put on the strips
And dark vibrant colors
Frozen summers
Gates up
Doors locked
Mine was found
In the gutter, Its the gudda
Another child lost in the world
In The Gutter, It's The Gudda





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