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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
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
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
serious

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves
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
serious

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves
Nature Boy
Would you look at him
Raised by wolves
Now he's in the Senate, President!

Let me show you courage, friend
Barking like a clown
When
serious

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves
Steps ascend to a loaded gun
The scent of matches hangs in the air
A lit on flickers out in a heart beat
We don't want to see this,
A flash
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
Sought salvation in a TV set
Unemployed full of regret
All you need is $19.95
And you can be as one with God, you can learn to feel alive
Be saved by
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
Don I am in the ghetto, we know the power of the guns
We are the scars of violence
Son, turn in your guns
Think my shit is too real for them
a long way down

The wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger
Drive your son like a railroad spike
Into the water,
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