The wind blows hard across the Texas planes
Makes some people go insane
While others quietly pray for rain
That's where we came from

Two boys playing in the burning sun
One with books,one with guns
Mama calls but just one comes
The other one runs

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In a crystal sense of wrong and right
We were born and raised in black and white
One learned to pray,one loved to fight
We were born and raised in black and white
We were born and raised in black and white

Brother took to the gospel road
Spent his whole live saving souls
When he looked at me his blood ran cold
He didn't even try

I had no dreams,I had no plans
But a gun felt good in my right hand
The warden asked how come you killed that man




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