The Next in Line

bon on the southside, and you're living alone
 Four walls and a roof but it's always cold
 Look out the window and there's nothing to see
 But a riot torn city, the death of your country
 You're chilled to the bone
 With no possessions to call your own
 You control your rage and you resist the crime
 'Cause you're the next in line
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 Born on the southside, and you're living alone
 Four walls and a roof but it's always cold
 Look out the window and there's nothing to see
 But a riot torn city, the death of your country
 Now you're chilled to the bone
 With no possessions to call your own
 You control your rage and you resist the crime
 Because you're the next in line
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 Out the back door and to the corner store
 All you want is a drink and nothing more
 Sit on the stoop and let the liquor
 Soothe your pride before you go inside
 Now you're chilled to the bone
 With no possessions to call your own
 You control your rage and you resist the crime
 You're the next in line
 You cut in front and you're the next in line
 You cut in front and you're the next in line
 You never thought you'd lead a life of crime
 You cut in front and you're the next in line
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 Freedom's the only thing you need
 But the truth is something few understand
 And an unwelcome reality
 Now it's dark and it's black and it's sad and gone
 You express and repress the thing gone wrong
 And you want to be the man who ran away
 And you wish you could go back to yesterday
 Now he's in her room and he's about to lie
 So you pull the gun and squeeze the trigger and let the bullets fly...