oh shit! the hard core kid can rap...
you think you know betrayal.
talk to the cop that gets shot in the chest by a crooked cop that smiles while holding his partners bullet proof vest.
we're all the same with a gun to our head, when the hammer drops your as good as dead just like the rest, a baby bird with undeveloped wings fallen from the nest.
you think you know about pain
talk to the girl that got raped by her best friend.
but you cant, cause she couldnt take it, on the bathroom floor still holding the razor that put her life to and end.
the guilt drove him insane, so he turned to a gun and pulled the trigger to ease his pain.
now his mother comes home to his little brother cleaning up a rapist's brain.
you think you know about beef
talk about the white man to an indian chief, i promise all you see in his eyes will be grief.
give him a knife i bet he cuts out your heart and feeds it to you while you watch in disbelief
you think you know truth
well dont talk to the president, cia kill you at the boarder because you might think about being an illegal resident so they turn you in to a murderous precedent.
talk to a crack whore that fucks strangers to feed her kids and pay rent, or junkie that sucks dick just to get bent, or you could just watch it in an indie film feeling like its money well spent.
you think you know how to lie.
look in the bible at the disciple that skipped out on jesus just so he wouldnt die.
look at the quiet kid in school that says hes fine then goes home and gets raped by his uncle, afterwords going to his room to cry, or the girl that said she took medicine for her severe depression then jumps out the window knowing she cant fly.
you think you know about the street
talk to the only white kid in the neighborhood that walks out his door every morning just to get beat, or the dope dealer that got yanked on the block in prison getting fucked in the ass he's fresh meat with no hope of taking a seat without ripping out the stitches in his ass, cant take a shower cause theres no sandals for his feet.
you think your hard.
you're the step dad stabbed to death in the back yard, because one to many times you called your wifes daughter a piece of shit or tub of lard.
your the tough guy who picks the wrong fight and is spit on after you get jared.
you think you know about me.
guess what you got nothin i hold the key, ill bust you in the mouth and set your teeth free,
ill get under your skin and sting like a bee, i hang you like a punching bag upside down from a tree.
so just let me lead the way, because with those crushed eye sockets you cant see.
and when they hull me off ill yell fuck you at the judge as i take the guilty plea, to no man will i bend a knee.
i pray for the man not jaded to stay naive, for blessed is he.
talk to the cop that gets shot in the chest by a crooked cop that smiles while holding his partners bullet proof vest.
we're all the same with a gun to our head, when the hammer drops your as good as dead just like the rest, a baby bird with undeveloped wings fallen from the nest.
you think you know about pain
talk to the girl that got raped by her best friend.
but you cant, cause she couldnt take it, on the bathroom floor still holding the razor that put her life to and end.
the guilt drove him insane, so he turned to a gun and pulled the trigger to ease his pain.
now his mother comes home to his little brother cleaning up a rapist's brain.
you think you know about beef
talk about the white man to an indian chief, i promise all you see in his eyes will be grief.
give him a knife i bet he cuts out your heart and feeds it to you while you watch in disbelief
you think you know truth
well dont talk to the president, cia kill you at the boarder because you might think about being an illegal resident so they turn you in to a murderous precedent.
talk to a crack whore that fucks strangers to feed her kids and pay rent, or junkie that sucks dick just to get bent, or you could just watch it in an indie film feeling like its money well spent.
you think you know how to lie.
look in the bible at the disciple that skipped out on jesus just so he wouldnt die.
look at the quiet kid in school that says hes fine then goes home and gets raped by his uncle, afterwords going to his room to cry, or the girl that said she took medicine for her severe depression then jumps out the window knowing she cant fly.
you think you know about the street
talk to the only white kid in the neighborhood that walks out his door every morning just to get beat, or the dope dealer that got yanked on the block in prison getting fucked in the ass he's fresh meat with no hope of taking a seat without ripping out the stitches in his ass, cant take a shower cause theres no sandals for his feet.
you think your hard.
you're the step dad stabbed to death in the back yard, because one to many times you called your wifes daughter a piece of shit or tub of lard.
your the tough guy who picks the wrong fight and is spit on after you get jared.
you think you know about me.
guess what you got nothin i hold the key, ill bust you in the mouth and set your teeth free,
ill get under your skin and sting like a bee, i hang you like a punching bag upside down from a tree.
so just let me lead the way, because with those crushed eye sockets you cant see.
and when they hull me off ill yell fuck you at the judge as i take the guilty plea, to no man will i bend a knee.
i pray for the man not jaded to stay naive, for blessed is he.