Theres a man Living on the kind of street that makes you wonder Got a face that tells the life of city thunder Heres the man In his hand Is a gun that says he doesnt need a reason And theres noone gonna take away the freedom In his hand Hes a bad mistake Got no heart to hate Got a mind that can Hes a fighters fighting man Hes got style Got a reputation noone dares to question Gives you promises if you should ever mention Hes got style Got a road Stretches straight between the eyes of any hero Through the heart of many fools who try its zero Down the road Fighters fighting man Hes got arms of steel Hes got hands that kill Got a mind that can Hes a fighters fighting man
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