BakedLays
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| Joined: 12 Sep 2010 |
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| 17 Jun 2012 11:09 AM |
Come listen, gather 'round. For now I'll tell the story of four brothers in the ground. One died from the bottle, though he wouldn't harm a fly. He froze in the south end alley behind a Gin Mill left to die. And another died by the bullet at the hand's of a sniper's gun in the valley of Nha-Trang for a war we never won. The next one took his life, they said there was never any hope. He was shocked and institutionalized, found hanging from a rope. And another son was shot again, but this time over drugs. There'll be no heroes welcome for this small-time city thug.
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