Lyrics: Fifteen. Armed Gangs.

Armed gangs out of (your town here)
Tell the police to go home
No more guns in (your town here)
Tell the police to go home
How many times do I have to get fucked up, how many times
How many times do we gotta get Jacked up,
Before we realize we all need to be on the same team
This place used to feel like my home
Now I'm living in an occupied zone
This place used to feel like my home
Now I'm living in an OCCUPIED ZONE
How many times do you gotta get Jacked-up how many times

How many times do we gotta get jacked up before we realize we need to be on the same team
MORE COPS IS MORE GUNS IS MORE CRIME IS
MORE VIOLENT DEVASTATION
REMOVAL OF SOMEONE FROM OUR LIVES