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True Till College

(Verse 1)
You grew up fast, your spirit is withered, and you forgot the definition of true.
You picked up the bottle, washed the ink off your fist, and killed what’s left of your youth.
You laugh at us and make your judgment ‘cause we plan to stay young till we die.
Go ahead, tell me you’re happy. Lie to me when you look in my eyes.

Urban Disease

Like a plague, taking out the innocent and the weak.
Beating the life out of those who were forgotten and those who own the streets.
Beating us all with the abuse of their club.
I think it’s time for us to stand up and scream:

WE’VE HAD ENOUGH!