What is going on?
You know you surrender to ways that'll end ya
Before you have begun
Mr 'wannabe player' [bad word] with the terror
Of bottles, knives and guns
It ain’t always the target that your bullet scars
It’s the innocent passers by
It’s always the good that shouldn't have died
Now watcha gonna do
When you look in the mirror, the eyes of a killer
Are staring back at you
It's too late for prayer and no-one will save ya
With no place [bad word] to
The thugs that you thought were your people
Had bought you a ticket to your grave
This is your final day
But I say...

No, no more
Put it, put it down
Too many go before they're grown
Yeah
No, no more, put it, put it down
You only reap what you have sown
No more
Families torn apart
No more
Tragedies in the heart of
This home, this street, this town
No more, no more

Now don't you read the signs?
If those you be down with
Have done got their [bad word] hit
Then you are next in line
( The next in line)
And so on and so on
Don’t tell me you’re so dumb that you can't see the light!
(Can’t see the light)
It's time for decision
It's time for some action
To stop it once and for all
You still won’t call
I'm calling for....

No, no more
Put it, put it down
Too many go before they're grown
Yeah
No, no more, put it, put it down
You only reap what you have sown
No more
Families torn apart
No more
Tragedies in the heart of
This home, this street, this town
No more, no more

(Don’t be a fool)
Watcha gonna do, when [bad word] for you?
(Don’t be a fool)
Watcha gonna do, when [bad word] for you?
(Don’t be a fool)
Watcha gonna do, when [bad word] for you?
(Don’t be a fool)
Watcha gonna do, when [bad word] for you?

No, no more
Put it, put it down
Too many go before they're grown
Yeah
No, no more, put it, put it down
You only reap what you have sown
No more
Families torn apart
No more
Tragedies in the heart of
This home, this street, this town
No more, no more

C'mon, c'mon people,
None of us are made of metal
So when the bullet hits the skin
That's not equal!
How many have to cry beneath the steeple
Too many walk the streets
With a mindset that's too [bad word] lethal
I know the argument
You got yours to protect yourselves
So you don't need to check yourself
Cause you ain’t tryin' to wreck yourself
It's them
But them then soon [bad word] you
When you find yourself defending a member of your crew
It's a vicious cycle; too many wanna claim the title
They wanna be the 'bad man thug' cause that's their idol
Don’t live by the life you're not supposed to be livin'
Don’t try take, take, take with hate just try givin'
Cause one can make a difference
Ten can make a change
One Hundred can make things get better round your lanes
One Thousand a new start
Ten thousand a revolution
One million we'll finally be close to the solution
No more

No, no more
Put it, put it down
Too many go before they're grown
Yeah
No, no more, put it, put it down
You only reap what you have sown
No more
Families torn apart
No more
Tragedies in the heart of
This home, this street, this town
No more, no more

No more…