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Wasted Youth Any Gun Can Play

I can tell time But they can tell me I'm the American The simple scars giving me away I'm feeling naked among the wolves Like a newborn baby Any gun can play

squeeze those rounds I lounge whether B low down, in the street with Street Playin' C-Lo, with c-notes down Boy, Brown knows I played your role Salute

decay So who's to say the news relays any ounce of truth When they're so focused on our death and every breath denouncin' youth It's an obvious plan to