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hey you, understand quit now, start again time to shut down automatism time to let it fly when I get up, late AM I know, what I want something more than

Punk is still alive Punk is still alive Punk is still Punk is still Punk is still alive [Verse x5] hey what's up fellas Punk is still alive Punk is

Broken window, graffiti on the walls Fear on peoples faces Afraid to walk the streets today To get beaten up in this insane nation Gangs on the corner

Wondering why it's all so boring Suicide, confusion all around No pub you feel home, no records to please you You're strangled by the crowd, there's

On a rack in a store for a discount price But the color's been changed to a black from white Though the difference will prob'ly be lost on me Anyways

sweetness that has passed through us (Fresh sangria and lemon tea) The priests dressed children for a choir (White-robed small voices praise him) But found no joy in what was sung The funeral

bread Ed His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other Damn day I'm buyin' a brand new suit for a funeral

so crazy I seen a little bitty baby suckin on daisies Caught two to the chest, one to the head 5 niggaz walked behind him dressed in red With ski masks

luccy At your funeral they will play this song He lived life for love and good Now he's dead and gone It's his tim eor this world hatin Doin others