These streets are in distress, another urban mess Buildings stabbing skies, the clouds suffocate A night out on the piss, a bottle to your face Dealers on every corner, a town full of rape It's hard to be prod of somewhere that's already dead This is hell on earth, but I still call it home As the skies turn black and the same fucking faces rise Nothing seems to change The taste of blood in my mouth, my hood goes up, my eyes go down Welcome home? As the skies turn black and the same fucking faces rise Nothing seems to change These streets are in distress, another urban mess Pavements soaked in blood, the violence repeats Strangers with guilty eyes, pathetic excuse of life Fighting fucking turf wars, a town full of hate The same fucking faces walking the streets Hearts cold as stone, welcome home? As the skies turn black and the same fucking faces rise Nothing seems to changeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
