Lletres: One Man Army. Dead End Stories. Three Strikes.

Well they locked him up seventeen years for a crime it all began when he did what he had to get by all alone all he had were his friends and the streets a life of crime became all he'd ever need [chorus] well they say three strikes and you're out it's you they care nothing about when all you got is these four walls they say three strikes and you're out a kid growing up stealing cars was a way to kill time the deeper he sand trouble he was sure to find a forty-five in his hand he's ready to settle the score shots rang out he'll spend the rest of his life behind bars [repeat chorus]