Battlefield Streets (rewrite)

(A couple of expletives)

Hate forged metal
And kids packing heat
Horizontalizing bodies
And verticalizing feet
Putting lead into flesh
Without missing a beat
Catching death by the bullet
On the battlefield streets

It all comes down
To drugs and territory
Money hate and power
The only language that they speak
With their fingers on a trigger
The only time they feel free
A dehumanised generation
An ignorant world breeds

Born to cold grey boxes
With piss stained stairs
A mother who's given up
And a father who's never there
A sisters who's on the game
And a brother locked up for years
And the fucked up government
Don't even pretend to care

Brushed under the rug
Forgotten about but feared
A stain on society
Which nobody tries to clear
Blame for the situation
Is something that should be shared
The only job in this world
Is a drugs and crime career