One More Murder (Live 1990)

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These days, it's a cold reality
Living life on the street
No time left to bite the hand that feeds
The lure of money corrupts the weak
And soon, they fall

Little boy turns to man with a weapon
When he's poisoned with crack
This time, it was his turn to die
They called his number, the bloody goodbye

Play war games with crack cocaine
All for material gain
Stray gunfire, an innocent dies
The shadow of hope bleeds
As power becomes greed

One more murder and one more death
Make no difference in the street
Come tomorrow, you could be dead
That's the grim reality

And the media, they feed off the sickness
They stoke the fire as they eat
All the while, being glamorized by rape
The lure of power creates a deathtrap
Of social decay

Play war games with crack cocaine
All for material gain
In the end, your life is spent
The shadow of hope bleeds
As power becomes greed

One more murder and one more death
Make no difference in the street
Come tomorrow, you could be dead
That's the grim reality

One more murder
Makes no difference in the street
One more murder
That's the grim reality

No future
No future
No future on the street
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