A fistful of smack, and a few hits more, Rents not paid, I've been shown the door, Body knows just what I need, Drink, Drink, Drink, Until I bleed, See my prey and I hunt them down, Hit him hard, and he smacked the ground! I told him once, Told him twice, I'm the one that you want to fight.
Beware - of the murder city! - Beware!
The injustice in the world, is so fucking wrong, The violence in the streets, that's still going strong, Gun violence grows, stabbings still remains, What? Did we ever gain!!?
There's a boy at the bar, looking down and out, He drinks himself into an early grave, His life! Who will save it? He lives! Waiting to die! Kicks off at three and the war begins, Who's gonna die? It depends who wins,
Ignorant masses united by hate, Preaching to, their god of hate, Kids on the street, ready to fight, Death rings out to the dark of night, Green and blue its all we see, Which are you? It don't matter to me!
Descending. Back down the streets of rage! Dying at, an early age, on the streets! Ready to fight! What is wrong? I don't know what's right! Ready to fight! No what is right! Ready to fight!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
