You're coming home to an empty space inside of you, There's no other place. You're wondering hard what you're here for, But every night you still walk out that door.
You're just a screwed up kid, Who doesn't know who he is Fights the words in his head, Screams he's better off dead. Met a punk with a dis Wants a fight and now you're pissed It's already too late Sawed off your hate
What did you sell your soul for? Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge? You got props from your boys on the block, A cross to bear that never ends What did you sink so low for? Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face? Props from the cops and the court A sin you can't erase
He caught you looking his way Hands in the air - what the hell'd ya say? I know something sad but true That motherfucker was as scared as you.
You're just a screwed up kid, Who doesn't know who he is Fights the words in his head, Screams he's better off dead. Met a punk like you What the fuck you gonna do? Point the piece at his eyes You never realized
Sell it with a pistol in the sack. They push you so hard, gonna push right back. Sell it and don't put up a fight Your life has just started but it all ends tonight. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
