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under gasoline sunrise they fight for space on the avenue some hustle all their lives just live and die with the street corner's eyes where they raise your rent every chance they get some sling white to survive they'll sell you bags, sell you themselves just to find some way up to higher ground that's safe can you show me one thing you've learned from this? all your life you sink or swim for the kids who find reformation in tragedy and breath bruried alive and even when their wrists are bruised from cuffs they roll the dice they're not suffering tonight 'cause when you chase cheese and bread to feed your kids there's no time for pain, no time for hurt to seal hours away now they load and aim at those who claim innocence but turn away these are kids from back and forth, from north and south without a doubt or a choice, and innocence don't know their names in these streets of pain cops don't come when called there's no redemption, no miracles dads split like dutches and don't keep in touch with sons grown up, now setting now they load and aim at all those claim innocence know their names it don't get any closer to real they told you a different story that heaven's far from hell they told you that no ambition is the only way you fail they told you there's a better way to live than nine to five or serving five to ten they told you in two thousand six we find ourselves so safe well show me there's a better to live than nine to five or serving five to ten. show me there's a different side that we have yet to see shoe me a better way to live than nine to five or serving five to tend show me there's a different side, here... From Letras Mania