Текст песни
Hit the bottle drink the pain away
I write this for the ones on the run
Their running from them self
Or stuck in the crime they trap by the grip of the beast
Here's a question for the ones in the streets
Back a strap, quick to kill each other, scared to kill corrupt Police
One of the same different sides of the roads
Life is life everyones goes the body drops we move along
And for the youth learn to recognise beyond the faces of your closest
I beg these words never fall on deaf ears
I'm speaking from experience
Ain't no turning back
I lost a brother from another Mother
Murdered by the act of those family tight
Life's a bitch stuck on all fours
Stand the fuck up, walk the pavements of life that you create
Sometimes the edge is close
Old thoughts knocking on the door
The type that make you want to hold the hands of revenge
Trying to kill stress
War with self
Can't step in the light
Hard to focus when the everyday feels like the night
Fires of internal hells when we close our eyes
Trying to kill stress
War with self
Can't step in the light
Hard to focus when the everyday feels like the night
Fires of internal hells when we close our eyes
Trapped by the lust and fears
Hard to live the vision of love
For those who look in disgust
Fuck your life and try live theirs
Poverty grips the core of their souls
Welcome to the homes, severe depression
Broken minds, broken parents, broken children
Mental disease controlled by the fix
Many hidden hands lost in the shade
Found in the spark
Mental change find your will to survive
Retaliate but always measure what happens next
Life or the grave?
Speaking from the place, no rights or wrongs
Do what you must
Run the Planet kicking up dust
Life too short? Change the length