This kids got no hope This kids got no time This kids going down and down cause this kids lost his mind Everyone has problems but they're never ever
Didn't see the plan just the look in your selfish face Never had the thought you're a big disgrace Wonder why I hate the way I do Imposters like yourself
entertainment Ghost town, only blackbirds on the pavement A murder of crows in the valley of tranguility neutralize the boredom with the prospect of activity, The bar's closed gotta find another
We were just kids, underachieved, runnin on contraband drive Backyard gigs, AXP, drinking till the early sunrise Beginning of an era, occupation concern
brow Mother I'm living like a Gypsy now Glide through the night and watch the cloud turn light Another eight hours in this tedious plight Another foreign city in another foreign land Another
Turn around got another man down bloody trails along the floor Speed away siren through the foggy air bloody guts entangled gore, Shortened breath, runnin
I'm not the angel that you thought I'd be I had to clip my wings to be free You should have raised me right now all I know is wrong the misguided youth
Did you swim through unholy waters to the banks of a destined hell But you lived your life for you and nobody else Would you change it if you could put
Nothing else matters I've got nothing left to lose I look to those that will always get me through A needle on the vinyl will always take me back in
Make up your mind so quickly Did you ever think it would come to this The mad and the dismal collide Bad fights alcohol injection I never thought you
Everybody run for your life the rebels are dead Bodies laying in the streets the gutters run red Religion burns bright in the minds of the foe Got the
A painful lesson learned just like a cigarette burn A family still intact but you'll never get it back A dissolving memory A crestfallen disease Hard
back A soldier of god is never gonna crack The proud die first and the young die young The only right side is the one that you're on Another face to
talk word to mother it be the gutter brother Back with another banger to set off the summer Better get up and come a-round cause the way our shit will
danger when you fuck with a buster Like shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers You got more class than the average-type hooker bitch Don't switch, he gotta grip
when I come back I'm a need seven baby Coke white posse slide mobile reppin' crazy Tappin' my gas cause my life consist of this Cars and dope big rifles wid pistol grips
to put him six feet deep; underneath the concrete O.G. is back on the streets So niggaz, grip the heat; it's on once again [Cell] While he soaking round
