Hangin' out at the blood-stained bridge
There's a racial war are you ready to win
But will we win?
I knew that there would be trouble that day
So I'm ready to die at the East Coast Bay
But will I die?
We were like them but now we're not we stand alone
Guns at the ready, smokes in hand this is our home
What you wanna say
People that you meet
People that let you down
Don't know next three lines
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