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It's a motherfuckin' homicide, just deserts
A shotgun pointed right where it hurts From the inside, the ones you can trust You got connected to a serious bust You thought you were a hustler, a boy that was rude But now you're in the dirt, can of underground wormfood Stupid motherfucker, you thought you would last Well took the wrong path, now your name is in the past Another fuckin' lowlife connected to the first A crooked cop on the take, nothing could be worse Twenty one gun salute, the widow lays the wreath The whole police department covered up he was a thief Yeah the city's finest, caught in deepest shit Never thought the day would come, bang, a fuckin' hit You call yourself the finest in the city, huh ! For scum like you, I have no fucking pity Pre-chorus: Pushing and scamming, distribute all your poison You call yourself a man, well you're nothing but a boy son A real man works hard, starves to climb the ropes Not killing for money, on the corner selling dope Money isn't everything, I guess it was to you Did you control your own life or greed controlled you For the lives that you destroyed, so morally depraved For the people you left grieving, I spit on your grave Chorus: So it seems, this is the system, and I'm sorry to say Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the other way On both sides of the law, justice has been done Not by a judge and jury but by the trigger of a gun Lead Everybody scratches and tries to get ahead You took the easy way, it is easy being dead The chamber spins three, grab the trigger then you pull it The game is called roulette and you just won the bullet Pre-chorus Chorus 2x The chamber spins three... |
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| 4:44 |
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I question not me, it only happens to others
I can't deny reality as lite gets smothered If the lines can be read between Maybe you can tell me then what it all means Cause he who paints the big picture runs the whole scene Locked down, I gotta get it out Impending doom, a cloud above my head Why me ? My faith has been devout Blasphemous ? Am I better off dead ? Punishment, for all my sins A burning thought inside my mind Has me full of pity for all of human kind As we move forth, we fall further behind Fear of death, will my life go on ? Controlled fate ? On the corner rolling dice Punishment, but I've done nothing wrong In my eyes, who really pays the price My lament, for the human race Guilty, punishment for all my sins Dread the day that brings the truth Punishment for what I've done Sentence me for all my sins Bound in fear for what I've got Though not much it seems a lot Life is death and no one wins Bustin' my ass, another day another dollar, as I kneel down and I confess to the father that I'm suffering a burning question of the truth, whether or not to pull the trigger or to jump right off the roof, 'cause I did things normal and just like all my friends but now I'm positive and life it all ends Punishment, for all my sins, I repent In reality, we all must face the fact that the majority of the people are out there smoking crack, getting doped up, shooting that shit into their veins, the question must be asked if we have any brains left, or right or wrong in this song, a question we all ask and must answer before long, 'cause no one is safe in this world, what's the deal, the sentence is death and to what court do I appeal ? Punishment, for all my sins, I repent Punishment |
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| 3. |
| 3:27 |
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I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast
In hating all of the bullshit you give me about my future, present and past Who are you to infringe your values upon me, I've learned the hard way Stepping on my toes, you've put my back to the wall, my back to the wall I've been told a thousand times to give respect when due Why do you find it so hard to believe I've got none for you It's my heart and my mind that I'll always follow, I will not break Nor will my balls, although that I've seen that you've tried before Why are people fake ? Chorus: Maybe you're older, wiser in your own right, it's your mistake I'm gonna do my own thing regardless, my choice to make I am real, in touch with my feelings, and I know my place You have shown, on the other hand, both sides of your face I see the world in a different light Things no always black and white Through all these years still, to this day My hardened eyes see only shades of grey I would never try and tell you what was right from wrong Maybe that's why you feel that I don't belong Always put me down for things I've said and done Can't you see it's a war that can't be won Lead A war that can't be won Living in your world seems so clear on concise Shutting out reality makes everything so nice Paint a pretty picture black and white everyday See my tattered canvass bleeding shades of grey Chorus |
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| 4:04 |
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I'm fed up, I've had it up to here
Tell me what is good for me and my career Fuck you and your selfish advice You've never been loyal to the same things twice In your sheltered little lives, you don't know the scene Doing as you're told, puppets of the big machine Changing faces, revolving door hypocrisy Who do you work for now, yeah, I see Chorus I: Music's for you and me Not the fucking industry You fucking tell us what is cool You see we come from different schools You got no crowd but you got a big push Kissing asses till your pride turns into mush You might change your style for the record company Fingers down your throat, you heave your integrity You're weak, give it up, throw the towel and the flag in And get your pussy ass off the motherfuckin' bandwagon Never for a minute were you real in the first place So far up someone's ass you got shit on your face Chorus II: Music's for you and me Not the fucking industry You fucking tell us what is cool You see we come from different schools To us it matters what you say Not the fucking games you play You're full of shit, it's plain to see The whole damn fucking industry If you think for a minute this song's about you Step the fuck back, cuz it's probably true The message in the music is the reason that we're in this That's what matters to us, not business Music is for you and me, not the fucking industry Try to tell us what is cool, we come from different schools It only matters what you say, not the fuckin' games you play Full of shit, it's plain to see, the whole damn fuckin' industry Chorus II |
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Fascism, the epitome of ignorance
Listen up, I'll give you a for instance People go hating for the color of skin Won't they learn they'll never win Play into the hands of the media vultures We must learn to unite our cultures Violence constantly tears us apart Show the world that we've got heart Chorus: Blood is spilled on black and white Different colors, why do we fight Face the facts, stone cold sober Black and white and red all over Thousands die and kill each other Someone rapes and stabs their mother I think it's sick to count the death toll On and on the media rolls Drive by shootings, homicide Nobody cares about the mother who cried A family's grief stepped on by ratings Understand why I keep hating It makes no sense for us to be pawns In the chess game that the media plays If the streets are where you run There you die, why ? Find yourself a way out Black and white and red all over Ruling out the positive and any hope for peace This will only kill the moral, paper sales increase This shit has got to cease Black and white and red all over Believe half of what you read and half of what you see Put two and two together and you'll have reality Can't you see my reality ? Chorus Turn on the TV and what do I see Killing, murder and blasphemy Rape, arson, robberies People die of incurable disease Crashes, bashes, people on crack Scandal, war and heart attack Always strife in the middle fucking east If war sell papers why don't peace |
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| 3:20 |
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A man with a promise smashes down my door
He sees a future with me, he's gonna give me more "Give all your trust, I'm sure you won't regret Just sign the dotted line, and I'll do so the rest" He says I can't make it alone, not without him But I've always been on my own, he doesn't know who I am And now I'm starting to see just what you are to me Pre-chorus I: You feed off the art that I bleed You're a man with a promise but you ain't shit to me A man broke his promise and he wants reparations He sold me up the river, caused me grief and frustration I gave him all my trust and got stabbed in the back A lucky motherfucker that he hasn't yet been whacked You ain't no fuckin' artist, spend your life exploiting others Try all you want, you can't break me or my brothers A business man vulture, no honor, no class Take your money and your lawyers and shove'em up your ass Pre-chorus II: You feed off the art that I bleed Numbers to you is just pain to me Chorus: Now the tables are turned Can't you see motherfucker that you'vre been burned Your a man with a promise but you ain't shit to me You ain't shit to me Lead Pre-chorus II Chorus |
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| 4:01 |
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I found a way out, a solution inside
From the things that are bothering me It's been too long since I felt this way From your sad life I broke free Don't ever think that you ripped me apart And walked away with a piece Cause you can not penetrate my cold heart And fill it with your disease I wonder now how I lived before Deaf, dumb, dead and blind I moved my life forward and I'm never goin' back And I've left you far behind There's a lot of things that I've now realized From the way that you treated me It's bullshit and it's hatred you epitomized You were blessed to have been with me Chorus: You filled my life with your disease I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees Disease is flowing through my veins I'd rather die right now than live in pain Lead Looking around at the past and the present Things are so much better now Your misery wanted my company But you can't keep a good man down Whatever made me want to be with you Is something I can't understand Cuz if I never saw your fucking face again I'd die a happy man Chorus 2x |
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| 5:34 |
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Growing up I've seen a lot of shit in my time
I've seen hunger, hunger, pleasure, pain, violence and crime I have learned from the mistakes of my friends that have died And from those who have gone down in life that just never tried Life is just too short I realize that now I'm gonna get my shit together and I try to make it some how Cause one thing that I have learned is that you only live once So now I'll take life by the balls and squeeze until they crunch Knowledge of the streets, a valuable tool Type of education you can't get in school Many hard times, losing friends, getting burned nobody to teach me, I just learned A man like clay molded by his surroundings He starts to take shape of the beating and the pounding Assembly line that I've been through A hard motherfucker with a bad attitude Maybe its just the times we live in Maybe its just urban discipline The way of urban life are not as they seem Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've got to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret Lead Verse II Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan, Staten Island and Queens Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've got to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret |
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| 5:20 |
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Not even for a second when he woke up did he ask
If today was gonna be his last A average day in the middle of a life Terminated by a sharp knife Killing, spilling the liquid blood As his boyz found him lying face down in the mud You might say this song is in poor taste But I must discuss the waste Chorus I: Of lives of friends that I have lost Who pays the price, who pays the cost Can't cry, just anger till the end It burns inside to lose a friend Walking thin lines, anything to cop a dime Labeled habitual, a loser three times Just fuckin' around, knuckles bloody to the bone Whatever, the future's unknown Unless you believe in predestination of fate The letter read termination It was fucked up I couldn't make out his face Through the blood, what a fucking waste Chorus I Chorus II: My friend was there until the end (my friend) Can never be replaced The pain that I taste (it's over) What a fucking waste Chorus I Cold blooded murder, suicide, another body laid to rest Untimely demise, homicide, my faith is put to the test Is there a god, sometimes I just can't believe My friend who is dead was shot and then robbed Something quite hard to conceive People dying everyday there's got to be a better way The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay Like the memory of a friend who stood with me until the end The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay Chorus I Lead It's not for me that I grieve, but for the families left berieved I question whether life is fair, I wonder if I even care We think we know what life is worth until they lower us beneath the earth Mother crying, forever hurt, my face like stone I shovel dirt Chorus II |
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| 3:37 |
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You're a fish out of water on the wrong side of the tracks
Gather up the boys to come and take your back We stand all together against the opposed We'll die for our brethren, that we have chose On the wrong - side of the tracks On the wrong - side of the tracks Escalation, war in the streets Catch one sucker and he gets beat What you see is what you get Soft motherfuckers will soon meet their end On the wrong - side of the tracks On the wrong - side of the tracks And when you're in fuckin' Brooklyn You best watch your back ! It took you damn long To hear me sing this song Cuz I'm the motherfucker from the wrong Side of the tracks Yo ! Hey I'm from around the way You'd better not stay on the wrong Side of the tracks Ducking from the 5-0 Didn't know where to go Never should've stepped on the wrong Side of the tracks Hey ! Yo cuz I'm good to go I gotta get back from the wrong Side of the tracks Chorus: Across the tracks No one takes your back Across the tracks The boys in the gang Want to see me hang Well I had my bells rang on the wrong Side of the tracks Strapped, a broken pact Caught in a trap on the wrong Side of the tracks Wrong or right, I had to fight I ran for daylight to the right Side of the tracks A lesson to learn When the tables are turned You might get burned on the wrong Side of the tracks Lead Chorus |
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| 4:32 |
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Looking through these bars and wondering why I'm here
Accused of a crime I did not commit and the police make nothing clear Stripped of my rights by the words of another Locked in a cell with my victimized brothers In this country, the land of the free I'm an innocent man arrested guilty I stand accused, innocent of the crime Not yet been sentenced but I'm already doing time Chorus: Mistaken identity, handcuffed face down Mistaken identity, my freedom gagged and bound Surrounded by convicted felons, locked down in this cell What did I ever do to earn this living hell Busted by cops in need of a collar Eating donuts four to twelve to earn their dollar In this country, the land of the free I am an innocent man arrested guilty The criminal justice system plagued with dishonesty They should judge themselves instead of crucifying me Chorus A pussy power trip to throw me in the joint I feel sorry for you because you're missing the point You picked the wrong motherfucker and followed it through Let the hammer of injustice fall on you Lead You have the right to remain silent Was bullshit the he said Put your hands where I can see them Make one move and you're dead Chorus To fill a quota and treat my life Like a number or a statistic make once innocent youth outraged Angry and ballistic Chorus 2x |
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| 2:19 |
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Early man walked away as modern man took control
Their minds weren't quite the same, to conquer was his goal So he built his great empire and slaughtered his own kind Then he died a confused man, killed himself with his own mind We're only gonna die From our own arrogance |
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| 4:52 |
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I sit and pick my brain each night
With an axe in my hand held tight Bite my nose to spite my face Killing myself, I can't escape the rat race Wallowing in neck-deep misery Quicksand dissent, pressure free Deepest wounds are self inflicted Should I hope to be vindicted Always alone, society's abortion Self mutilation, the daily portion Resentful past breeds hopeful future With tears of blood, I remove the sutures Dying inside, emotions they hide Irreperable damage from the tears the I've cried I climb from the sewer, the years that I have spent Self mutilation or my environment Chorus 2x: Tears of blood Tears of blood I cry I cry Tears of blood Tears of blood I die Deny myself for fear of being Is it over now, has my heart stopped beating Lying here just self defeating My mind is empty, it won't stop bleeding Twisted anger screams my brain Over the edge, I hang in pain Mouth locked shut my mind won't swallow With tears of blood, alone I wallow No one to blame except myself What you call masochism I call wealth Maybe its just a matter of pride Too sweet to end with suicide Peel the scab, pour salt in the wound Torturing myself, I'm forever doomed Looking east and west each and every moon A peaceful rest comes someday soon No one to blame except myself What you call masochism I call wealth Is death life and do we live in hell ? Chorus 3x Lead |
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| 2:51 |
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It looks like the system
tries to hold me down But guess what? I ain't fucking around You can't deny the pride that I have shown I grind hard and I must hold my own Coming from the gutter It's so hard to get ahead Taking no one's bullshit and working for my bread The future don't look positive, the rat race holds me down What a struggle keeping two feet on the ground Someday I'll have my peace of mind I'll keep fightin', one day I will find A decent life where self-respect is shown Until then I must hold my own Always under pressure I take things as they come Always looking up, look out for number one! My views got you in check, I never back down, I pack a hard punch, and I always stand my ground I - will not back down Holding my own, I stand my ground You will not break me My belief is my way can't you see ? Coming from the gutter It's so hard to get ahead Taking no one's bullshit and working for my bread The future don't look positive, the rat race holds me down What a struggle keeping two feet on the ground Never back down Pain Agony - Inside my head Making me wish - wish that I was dead For all the dues in life that I have paid I've been caught locked in a world of rage I look inside myself, I see a great big blank I look around me and there is no one to thank I think about the crazy shit that I have done This game of life - can it be won ? Pain Chorus: Pain - feel my agony as it turns into my rage in life full of anguish can't you see I live in Hell - becomes misery metamorphasizing hate I contemplate my demise can't you feel my pain ? Searching for a better way In a world with it's eyes closed Hold your head up high (2X) Chorus |
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| 4:23 |
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I'm fed up, I've had it up to here
Tell me what is good for me and my career Fuck you and your selfish advice You've never been loyal to the same things twice In your sheltered little lives, you don't know the scene Doing as you're told, puppets of the big machine Changing faces, revolving door hypocrisy Who do you work for now, yeah, I see Chorus I: Music's for you and me Not the fucking industry You fucking tell us what is cool You see we come from different schools You got no crowd but you got a big push Kissing asses till your pride turns into mush You might change your style for the record company Fingers down your throat, you heave your integrity You're weak, give it up, throw the towel and the flag in And get your pussy ass off the motherfuckin' bandwagon Never for a minute were you real in the first place So far up someone's ass you got shit on your face Chorus II: Music's for you and me Not the fucking industry You fucking tell us what is cool You see we come from different schools To us it matters what you say Not the fucking games you play You're full of shit, it's plain to see The whole damn fucking industry If you think for a minute this song's about you Step the fuck back, cuz it's probably true The message in the music is the reason that we're in this That's what matters to us, not business Music is for you and me, not the fucking industry Try to tell us what is cool, we come from different schools It only matters what you say, not the fuckin' games you play Full of shit, it's plain to see, the whole damn fuckin' industry Chorus II |
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| 5:32 |
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Growing up I've seen a lot of shit in my time
I've seen hunger, hunger, pleasure, pain, violence and crime I have learned from the mistakes of my friends that have died And from those who have gone down in life that just never tried Life is just too short I realize that now I'm gonna get my shit together and I try to make it some how Cause one thing that I have learned is that you only live once So now I'll take life by the balls and squeeze until they crunch Knowledge of the streets, a valuable tool Type of education you can't get in school Many hard times, losing friends, getting burned nobody to teach me, I just learned A man like clay molded by his surroundings He starts to take shape of the beating and the pounding Assembly line that I've been through A hard motherfucker with a bad attitude Maybe its just the times we live in Maybe its just urban discipline The way of urban life are not as they seem Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've got to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret Lead Verse II Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan, Staten Island and Queens Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've got to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret |
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| 4:39 |
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Not even for a second when he woke up did he ask
If today was gonna be his last A average day in the middle of a life Terminated by a sharp knife Killing, spilling the liquid blood As his boyz found him lying face down in the mud You might say this song is in poor taste But I must discuss the waste Chorus I: Of lives of friends that I have lost Who pays the price, who pays the cost Can't cry, just anger till the end It burns inside to lose a friend Walking thin lines, anything to cop a dime Labeled habitual, a loser three times Just fuckin' around, knuckles bloody to the bone Whatever, the future's unknown Unless you believe in predestination of fate The letter read termination It was fucked up I couldn't make out his face Through the blood, what a fucking waste Chorus I Chorus II: My friend was there until the end (my friend) Can never be replaced The pain that I taste (it's over) What a fucking waste Chorus I Cold blooded murder, suicide, another body laid to rest Untimely demise, homicide, my faith is put to the test Is there a god, sometimes I just can't believe My friend who is dead was shot and then robbed Something quite hard to conceive People dying everyday there's got to be a better way The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay Like the memory of a friend who stood with me until the end The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay Chorus I Lead It's not for me that I grieve, but for the families left berieved I question whether life is fair, I wonder if I even care We think we know what life is worth until they lower us beneath the earth Mother crying, forever hurt, my face like stone I shovel dirt Chorus II |
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| 4:02 |
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Fascism, the epitome of ignorance
Listen up, I'll give you a for instance People go hating for the color of skin Won't they learn they'll never win Play into the hands of the media vultures We must learn to unite our cultures Violence constantly tears us apart Show the world that we've got heart Chorus: Blood is spilled on black and white Different colors, why do we fight Face the facts, stone cold sober Black and white and red all over Thousands die and kill each other Someone rapes and stabs their mother I think it's sick to count the death toll On and on the media rolls Drive by shootings, homicide Nobody cares about the mother who cried A family's grief stepped on by ratings Understand why I keep hating It makes no sense for us to be pawns In the chess game that the media plays If the streets are where you run There you die, why ? Find yourself a way out Black and white and red all over Ruling out the positive and any hope for peace This will only kill the moral, paper sales increase This shit has got to cease Black and white and red all over Believe half of what you read and half of what you see Put two and two together and you'll have reality Can't you see my reality ? Chorus Turn on the TV and what do I see Killing, murder and blasphemy Rape, arson, robberies People die of incurable disease Crashes, bashes, people on crack Scandal, war and heart attack Always strife in the middle fucking east If war sell papers why don't peace |
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