Promise Land

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Poetry

It's hard to live in the promise land
When your living your days with a gun in your hand
Doing what you do when no one else can
Hard to live in a town when your a wanted man

Fighting your way from town to town
Going through and shooting everyone down
Nobody knows what this man has done
When people see him they pack up and run

Ain't no friends and place to call home
Left in a world of darkness he'd have to roam
Searching for the long lost love he had to leave behind
After years of running and gunning he was caught and to a cell he was confined

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