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Point Blank
Laws, not men,
Do comprehend,
A social ill,
Don't smoke for thrills,
First breath,
To last debt,
Adaptation,
I haven't found it yet.
It's point blank,
This is point blank.
The layers of sound,
Will abound,
Young minds think,
On hot, sandy playgrounds.
Then the boy grows up,
Not fully knowing the world,
He goes to war,
He dies.
It's point blank,
This is point blank.
In society,
Wind shakes the flag,
We win a battle,
And then we brag.
The men in the factory,
Produce the tanks,
Who will give them all the thanks?
A gun goes off,
In a crowded neighborhood,
Then the bullet hits,
A big, drug lord.
It's point blank,
This is point blank.
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Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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