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PLASTIC GANGSTERS JACK THE LADS 
SMOKING WEED 
SELLING CRACK 
DESIGNER LABELS BM'S AND MERC'S 
IS THIS WHAT THEY CALL WORK

ON THE STREETS THEY PLY THEIR WARE'S 
NO ONE'S BOTHERED 
THE POLICE DON'T CARE 
SELLING POISON TO OUR KIDS 
PLASTIC GANGSTERS JUST MINDLESS PRICKS

SCREECHING TYRE'S AS A CAR DRAWS TO A HALT
WINDOW DOWN 
BEGIN TO SHOOT 
BANG BANG BANG 
HIDE BEHIND A CAR OR WALL 
WATCHING AS MY MATE FALLS 
PEOPLE FLEEING BECAUSE OF THESE FOOLS

LAYING THERE MOTIONLESS BLEEDING 
KEEP TRYING TO SAVE HIM WHILE HIS HEARTS BEATING 
I BRING UP ALL IV'E EATEN 
AS HE TAKES HIS LAST BREATH 
TURN TO THE OTHERS MY GOD HES DEAD 
HIS DEALING DAYS BROUGHT TO AN END 
THE BASTARDS KILLED MY BEST FRIEND 
TO THE POLICE 
JUST A STATISTIC JUST ANOTHER 
SCREAMS PIERCE OUT AS THEY TELL HIS MOTHER

I VOW TO YOU MY DEPARTED FRIEND 
I'LL NEVER TOUCH DRUGS AGAIN 
WHY SHOULD ANOTHER DIE IN VAIN 
STOP THIS NOW 
BREAK THE CHAIN