squeezed like an orange Bullets penetrate ya (bleedin like menustration) I'ma empty out (more shells) than in (Run-D.M.C.'s) closet [Hook - Chevy P aka Smoke] I got my.. Pistol grip
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
Take the trail to the graveyard for the night Tick tick time's never on your side On the edge of the rooftops and we're never coming down Keep your eyes
We were just kids, underachieved, runnin on contraband drive Backyard gigs, AXP, drinking till the early sunrise Beginning of an era, occupation concern
Mother don't fret I won't fall on my face Mother don't fret I won't be a disgrace Don't wanna hear the critics tell me to stop Obliterate incinerate
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
What are you gonna do when the ink runs dry What are you gonna do when there's nothing left to write When there's nothing left to say when it's all been
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
Gimme holy rhetoric Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme godly retribution Gimme Gimme Gimme crucifixion politix Your opposition's gonna choke While you stand back and watch the pistol
You know we're gonna hit you like a pistol grip got you runnin from the gun You know we're gonna hit you like a pistol grip got you on the run Try to
City streets melting under solar powered heat All the kids and the minorities just trying to keep a beat I'm going downtown cops have got me on the ground
I guess I'm just another victim of the silicon age Don't wanna be a peasant working just for minimum wage Let me join the rank & file of the bourgeoisie
