, and were not on the list, If you do not believe, then they already own your mind, Were fighting for a future, but were running out of time. Fight [
Empty stomach on the street, Oi Oi Oi Slamming to the punk rock beat, Oi Oi Oi Drinking till the sun goes down, Oi Oi Oi Tearing up this fucking down
Drinking beer to make times good (it's a way of life) To forget the things that I should (it's a way of life) Fucked up times that I recall (it's a way
Through endless battles and through diversity Through countless nights we fought as one. Through blood and tears we surpassed all odds. Defeat was imminent
stand my ground, out on my own. Out on my own, I have my own opinions. Out on my own, I control my own life. Out on my own, I use my own voice. Out on
Products of mass production, on the verge of self destruction. Forced into brainwashing classes, forced to attend Sunday masses. Forced fed bullshit
the stormy sky A beautiful sight, through our nation's eyes Missiles headed from oceans away, To a successful leader that they hate. He is out picking
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory
use against me You have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out
You could knocked me out with a feather I know you heard this all before, but we're just hells dreamers Why won't the world revolve around me? Build my
that good, good, she Michael Jackson Bad I'm attracted to her for her attractive ass And now we murderers because we kill time I knock her lights out
to project, check Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man, I'm out for doubtful, shit, I spit a mouthful Indo out
cold you roll, you simply cannot win It's always fun in the beginning but pain in the end Pain, pain, pain, pain Organized crimer, big trouble finder In and out
in L.A. ain't no cup of ter Squeeze the trigger I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard knocks Disrespected
flow, rack 'em up knock 'em down, dominos Then I go as my story goes, I know done been down here before Product of my East Decatur home 'Cause I was in the cold
needs it? Every rumor you hear you gon' believe it Point out the times you've seen it You stabbed me, should've linked it Revenge is mine, I need to heed a way out
' who as cold as bruh Quarter mill for the show, really though, wassup? Louis duffel bag stay loaded up Get her to the hotel, betta know what's up With the niggas out
