I dwell in the streets where the animals run free, and prey on the weak. I live in world full of hate where the witnesses will never speak where dealers and cops walk hand in hand, but they also compete. So how am I supposed to get ahead? Do I lie or do I cheat?
D.O.G.
G.O.D.
The dogs of war are after you, so you better watch your back. Hoodies and thugs running together running wild in a pack. So the hunt is on and everyone's game. I can't live in fear, I feed on this sickness day by day and hold back my tears.
The dogs of war are coming for you.
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