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my lost brothers
17 Years Ago
 i was asked to write something about gangs.
so i ended up with this.
" jacket or hollow, no point to follow
our boys in gangs with poison fangs
they die for red... they die for blue...
- a mother, - a father, - a brother, - a son, - a daughter, - a sister, - a wife,
- lost the only thing that matters... - you "
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