In The Name Of The Father And The Gun - Laaz Rockit

See them rule these streets at night

Selling souls and dealing highs

Running with their smoking guns

Talking tough of damage done

Revolution in their minds

Only way they know is crime

Killing children with their fix

While they wear a crucifix

They are the voice

There is no choice

In the name of the father and the gun

Cities held by strangle hold

How to free them no one knows

There is no near end in sight

Those who try just lose the fight

Bonded by their colors worn

A violent way of life is born

Everyone’s your enemy

Addiction is pure slavery

Death on our streets

But no one speaks

In the name of the father and the gun

In the name of the father

In the name of all that’s wrong

All’s said and done

In the name of the gun

In the eyes of a guilty man

His work is done

Now there’s nowhere safe around

From the slums to chinatown

Home’s become a living hell

Take me to the wishing well

Get me off these streets of fear

Someone get me out of here

Turn my head and look away

Free me from the endless shame

Take me away

I will not pray

In the name of the father, and the gun…