Letra

You gotta keep 'em separated Like the latest fashion Like a spreading disease The kids are strappin' on their way to their classrooms Gettin' weapons with the greatest of ease The gangs stake their own campus locale And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix They're gonna bash it up, bash it up, bash it up, bash it up Hey, man you talkin' back to me, take him out You gotta keep 'em separated Hey, man you disrespecting me, take him out You gotta keep 'em separated Hey, they don't pay no mind If you're under eighteen, you won't be doin' any time Hey, come out and play By the time you hear the sirens It's already too late One goes to the morgue, the other to jail One guy's wasted and the other's a waste It goes down the same as the thousand before No one's getting smarter, no one's learning the score Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate Is gonna tie your own rope Hey, man you talkin' back to me, take him out You gotta keep 'em separated Hey, man you disrespecting me, take him out You gotta keep 'em Hey, they don't pay no mind If you're under eighteen, you won't be doin' any time Hey, come out and play
Writer(s): Bryan Holland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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