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Sour Song Mother,
Mother, Where did you go wrong, having a girl is no longer a pretty song.
They trade in the dolls for needles and valves or a .32cal and drive by cars.
Gangs are the dolls they play with now, crack houses, the streets are now their playground.
They've become mean and hard, the sweetness has turned sour, we're losing them more by the hour.
No longer a boys game just to play, Girls--Gangs--Death, has now become the new way.
Prayer to the Dying
You're young and pretty, strong in will,
who shall be the next one you shall kill ?
