Robbed in Mariscal

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There's a target out on me cus I've got what they need.
Surrounded in a city where I can't even breathe.
Up from behind with no warning at all-
and then he dips into the urban sprawl.

Robbed in Mariscal on a saturday
All the people watching turned their heads away
Inner city violence never gonna change.
gringo gringo, dinero dame!

He's got the Devil's Breath.
I've got the gringo eyes.
We're victims of the circumstances - victims of the times.
Up from behind with no warning at all-
and then he dips into the urban sprawl.

Robbed in Mariscal on a saturday
All the people watching turned their heads away
Inner city violence never gonna change.
gringo gringo, dinero dame!

Scopalamina!

Robbed in Mariscal on a saturday
All the people watching turned their heads away
Inner city violence never gonna change.
gringo gringo, dinero dame!

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from Behind the Eight Ball, released November 1, 2016

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