Born into this - You gotta trade with your fists – You gotta split every lip until you earn your respect
Stand on your own, reap the seeds that you’ve sown or back down – fuck that
Falling in line will treat you worse than the crimes that we commit to survive just to see the next day
Stand on your own, reap the seeds that you’ve sown or back down – fuck that

The force of poverty - Burns inside of me – Anger guiding me – Life derisory bound
In my reign of hurt
Thought lobotomy – paves the way for these – violent histories - rising casualties down
A fate well deserved

War

It’s pointless - to strive for – a meaning – in failure to live a virtuous life
To ask is – to dismiss – that scarcity persists – throughout all of our lives


Minus a voice means we’re minus a choice gotta deal with the noise of a weighty conscience
Stand on your own, reap the seeds that you’ve sown or back down – fuck that

These streets are my streets – cold meat on concrete – Admit your defeat – or lay down dead

Ignoring your place will get you fucking erased, you better keep out the way of this reign of fire
Stand on your own, reap the seeds that you’ve sown or back down


Bold and faceless – Cold and dismissed – Thrive on conflict – Fighting back hard
More than aware – You must be prepared – for urban warfare – At every moment
I’m in charge here – I have no fear – I’ve fought hard for – the rights to these streets


It’s pointless - to strive for – a meaning – in failure to live a virtuous life
To ask is – to dismiss – that scarcity persists – throughout all of our lives


The force of poverty - Burns inside of me – Anger guiding me – Life derisory bound
In my reign of hurt
Thought lobotomy – paves the way for these – violent histories - rising casualties down
A fate well deserved


The Times have gone, when I would cry for, the lives I’ve lost amongst the leaves
I’ve turned away from all I’d hoped for to fight against tides pushing me
The road is clear for me to die for the respect I crave or fade away (coz we’re)


Working hard every day, just to stay poor,
Gotta rise up and face our fate
But we need something, we need something more than (this)