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The Roots of Guns N' Roses: Hollywood Rose & L.A. Guns (Hollywood Rose) · Kids With Guns/El MaƱana (Gorillaz) · L.A. Guns (L.A. Guns) · 68 Guns (The Alarm) · Ultimate L.A. Guns (L.A. Guns) · Girls with Guns/What If (Tommy Shaw) · God & Guns (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Smokin' Hearts & Broken Guns (Shaman's Harvest) · Guns in the Ghetto (UB40) · Guns in the Ghetto (UB40) – and 89 other albums »


Galveston
I still hear your sea waves crashing
while I watch the cannon's flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by
Shout it from the brink
You're louder than you think

21st century kid surrounded by illusion and confusion
So maybe if you're holding out for
Galveston
I still hear your sea waves crashing
While I watch the cannons flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by
Galveston, I still hear your sea waves crashing
While I watch the cannons flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by
Billy, just like Billy the Kid

Well now, Billy he was a bad boy
He won the wilder west
By the year of 21, had many notches on his gun
But someone
Galveston.
I still hear your sea waves crashing.
While I watch the cannons flashing.
I clean my gun and dreamed of Galveston.

I still see her standing by
21 
Oh life has just begun 
Got a temper like a gun 
Pointing it at everyone 
That's his game 
And it helps him to get through the day 
But
feel his pain; it's crashing like thunder.
But he rolls on, the gun by his side,
The bullet in the chamber and the fear he can't hide,
Another punk
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
in 1991, just a happy child
Playing beneath the summer sun
A vacant lost his playground, by 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
Born into the ghetto, 1991
Just a happy child playin' beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground
By 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet
I was chilling,
Right around my way,
21st Eastside of the Beach,
This mother fucker ran up on me,
Talkin' shit with his homies,
Like he was
get locked it's like Gotti on trial
Five years in the pen, separated from friends
I'm only 21, kept the shakers and gun
Blow in ya face, stab you
21
Stop by and have some fun
Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun

Look at a photograph
Lord, don't it make you laugh
For all these changes
I'm the 21st Century Crisis, run with two five-to-lifers
That buck at bikers, get booked on Riker's
I'm the 21st Century Crisis, I'm a fighter
Flick
shy of 21, and they gave that boy a gun
Mama begged him not to go
Mama lost her little boy, but a country gained a hero

Yeah, well, some say a hero is
out

First born to my momma
I come from the place where you're promised
To die before your 21st
You'll be surprised what's underneath the earth
know me as a fighter jet
Ball king, dive in with my (?)
Bout to feel five for real, never swept
21 gun salute for the soldier
For my fallen soldier
North and South 
I got my niggas The Top Guns here
We gonna sign this one off like this:

My life's been a great story in the ultimate war
Should I ill
wannabe me clones
And their wannabe me clothes, bitch I'm actually old
I spin ya like the cover we on, you're in between the pages
I'm 21 now been running
hundred round clips that fit tight get called at 11:30 be gone by midnight my click tight off wit one nigga wit one squirt i gotta sin pipe now hit
Black
remember me from way back?
we used to go to school together
man, I got your number from Heather
she said you sell guns, I got beef I wanna see
a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I wish Shake