He turned down death street in rolling maverick
four cops in he back loading that abrupt mosquetao
Hoarding the sort of hate that burns the stomach lining
That goodbye countdown window unwinding
surrounded the happy go lucky
The easy the easy just getting hard
cocaine slingers and charity beats prechurch squatter alleys
Against the wall burn the drugs pump bodies with bullets
the roar of the mosquetao to extinguish life
muddy graves no paperwork
souls grouped over that barren land
the silent samba of death
look into the eyes of Florisvaldo
the fire storm of violence coming over simpletons
dimebag dealing skinny legged youths caught with ink
No funeral just a debt of hard deep pain and grief
sweet negligence and hate easy easy simple
mesmerizing the drinker and bringing on
a string of consequences the changing colors of the opala
The barrel the order the abandoned body
The swirling void of pain and grief hidden behind vulgar music
evangelics narcotics and tittilating carnaval floats
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