Dead End kids on dead end streets Celebrating no future. All moves will be in vain. No strike will go unpunished. Walking the line of the lost kids
Bleed me dry until we are one. Rob my soul until helplessness takes control. I?ve heard these words 100 times but they never hit so hard a brand
I am not gonna wait until this hits me again so I build myself a bomb, till all my problems will be gone
Drink my tears. They are oil in the fire. Taste the pain That turns the wheel. Drink my sweat From shift to shift Our pain was the labour for
clocks go forward but never go back. By the time you?re 65 you?re jaded and wrecked. The repitition is hate The cycle is the pain Come on, join
If you are looking for a place to start, step up. This is the time and the place. Make me unafraid of death. and unafraid of life. Let a new generation
Let us down again. It seems like everyone has to get down. You sell your soul to the ones who you let control. You left the passion of your life
got me wonderin while labels keep lookin at me strange. Cause i aint from a big ass gang wit street fame. Cause i aint got a big ass chain like t-pain
just been robbed I hope you feel me I'm laying naked lookinn' at the ceiling In bloody red Just same old same for the koopsta Chorus (gangsta boo)
slap rappers, turn 'em into singers Touch somethin' of mine and you'll have nine fingaz! Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin' town red And RIP
Caught in a battle with crooked-ass cops Heat we feel on crazy Gang infested LA streets We see the red concrete stains And street platoons feel pain
Caught in a battle with crooked-ass cops Heat we feel on crazy Gang infested la streets We see the red concrete stains And street platoons feel pain
locked Caught in a battle with crooked-ass cops Heat we feel on crazy Gang infested LA streets We see the red concrete stains And street platoons feel pain
koopsta just been robbed I hope you feel me I'm laying naked lookinn' at the ceiling In bloody red Just same old same for the koopsta Chorus (gangsta
