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I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast
In hating all of the bullshit you give me doubt 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, altough that I've seen that you've tried
before
Why are people fake?
[Chorus:]
Maybe you're older, wiser on 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 not 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 and concise
Shutting out reality makes everything so nice
Paint a pretty picture black and white everyday
See my tattered canvass bleedign shades of grey
[Chorus]
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What makes us tick
Are we mentally sick
Feeling inside that drive us like pride
Or emotional scars from our friends that have died
And make us build walls so incredible high
They exceed the ceiling from the terrified feelings
Which we often repress and end up depressed
Some vent it as rage, it's the fashion these days
In a twisted society, we drown in anxiety
Has push come to shove, have we killed the dove
Are we caught in a fit, what makes us tick
Has man gone insane, are we feeling the strain
We must dig and must pick at what makes us tick
Has push come to shove, have we killed the dove
Are we caught in the thick as to what makes us tick
Can you feel the pain that I feel
No
So let me tell you about what is real
Go
The pain inside, it kills me, I cry
So
What is it that makes us tick
Can you hear the cries that I cry
Why
Leave me alone, I'm ready to die
Die
For me I lie to myself
Just what is it that makes us tick
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Monday yawning school's so boring,
Or go to work like a jerk and end up snoring,
Tuesday's mail never fails,
Collection agency wants me in jail,
Wednesday's rules got me ignoring deploring,
my tensions roaring,
Thursday same shit different day,
But these motherfucking rules will never ever go away.
Fuck the rules.
Friday night gonna be out of sight,
If you're 21 they say drinking might be fun,
On Saturday Bible says seventh day,
The day of rest so have it your way,
Go for a ride keep it under 55,
Respect the Badge don't drink and drive,
On Sunday gotta survive these fascist fools,
Take your freedom back from the bullshit rules.
Call me paranoid call me what you will I got a fucking feeling
something big is going down.
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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 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 attidude
Maybe its just the times we live in
Maybe its just urban discipline
The ways 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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As I look up at the sky,
I wonder why my momma always cried,
Was it for how fast we lived and died?
Or because we never got our piece of the pie?
Busting at the seams, The American Dream,
Like Meth said Cream, Boulevard of Broken Dreams,
Parents with good intentions never mention,
The Brooklyn House of Detention.
Free to fly, and free to try, to get our peace before we die,
Free to fly, and free to try, to get our piece of the pie and die.
Locking us down, we got cops all around,
The sound of sirens drown your own heart's pound,
But you only wanted a piece of the pie,
And in your mind's eye momma's still gonna cry,
No matter how hard you tried, whether it's truth or lies,
On the day that you die...but we're free to fly,
And free to try to get our piece of the pie and die.
Freedom, Liberty, The KKK, Modern Democracy, we have no say,
American Dream, The American Way, Land of the Free, Home of the Slave.
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A child is told from day number one
He's a worthless piece of shit, bad and dumb
Generations pass down low self self esteem
We're molded by things we've heard and seen
Or punched in the mouth for being unsure
Or locked behind the closet door
We learn what we live, we live what we learn
Abuse of innocence to evil we turn
Can anybody hear their cries
Can anybody tell them why
You gotta read between the lies
People die when love is denied
One of many lessons i learned to be like
You ain't gonna live like you
You made me what I am today
So close to you, yet so far away
The pain you lived with made you ill
An empty hole with nothing to fill
I forgive and love you forever still
A waste of time, a waste of life
Livin' on the edge of a sharp fuckun' knife
I can't blame you for never being around
I know you never meant to hurt and bring me down
Look in their eyes to hear their cries
And you will see all their pain lying dormant inside
Now realize as time passes by
That people die when love is denied
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I'm fed up, I've had it up to there
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 came 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 of 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 came 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 indrusty
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
Music is for you and me, not the fucking industry
Try to tell us what is cool, we came 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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Your cards were dealt when
You drove through the night
As a man in dark clothes came into your sight
The barrel tapped the glass
You reached the window lock
Get the fuck out the car
And leave it in the crosswalk
He climbed into your seat
And dropped a vial of crack
Pissin' down your leg, you're a victim of carjack
Feel the cold steel as I pull the hammer back
Bang! You're fuckin' dead 'cause it's like that
Society, pushed him down and out
Soul provider what's it all about
Religion, faith can we do without
Social pressure we're too strung out
Another bad hand the cards have been dealt
Kid of fourteen, high aspirations held
To get ahead and run shit with his powerful will
Told by his role model, you're old enough to kill
See my ride, my bitches and my loot
If ya wanna survive be prepared to shoot
Stay hard like me, you're bound to do well
A waste of precious life, twenty five and an L
I'll put a bullet in your head for the colour of your skin
This is my neighborhood who the fuck let you in
I'll stick with mine stay with your own kind
The virus of hate infects the ignorant mind
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Times are changing, things come and go,
Things are getting worse the earth, a black hole,
I say to myself "Will this shit ever change?"
Will it ever improve or will it stay the same?
It's plain to me that things are amiss,
Because I've seen better days than this,
How could we let it get as bad as it is?
Because I've seen better days than this,
It's plain to me that things are amiss.
Famine and war, hate and disgrace,
Incest and murder, raping the rat race,
I see no end to this suffering,
Faith, hope and love are burnt offerings.
Decline and fall of modern man, our fate is sealed by our own hand,
Time spinning onward we're regressing fast,
Signs of the times say these days might be our last,
Better days are gone forever I fear,
Our hate dictates our fate, apocalypse is here.
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Life, a losing battle
Existence I abhor
Lives, condemned by sins
of those who lived before
Distraught, depressed
World of confusion
Victory of death
The only solution
Every day is agony
My thoughts are so unclear
To face my harsh reality
There's no one I endear
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Only the strong survive
Living all these days for myself, not you
Mind your own business I do what I do
All of you who like to preach all day
Now hear what I have to say
The smell of leather makes me high
I feel good inside when you cry
nor remorse is felt when you sigh
because skin keeps me warm and dry
To wear my boots, I'll take a hide
To feed my face, I'll kill with pride
In this world of survival
Those with strength will have no rival
I'll smile as I drive down the street
sitting in my car with plush leather seats
survival of the fittest and that is the beat
and I eat all of the meat
Don't get me wrong
I come from the streets
I'll tell you now it's strong over weak
You slow - you blow
and you will meet your defeat
Now you will understand
You will understand now
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Born at the bottom
Struggle to find a way
You can feel the power
It's growing every day
Fight for a change,
Can't wait until tomorrow
Make a difference on this day
and al the rest will follow
Blue blood
Working class survives
Don't forget your liberty
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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 nto 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'ssick 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 morale, paper sales increase
This shit has got to cease
Black and white and red all over
Believe half of what you read and half 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, arsan, 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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Life, a losing battle
Existence I abhor
Lives, condemned by sins
of those who lived before
Distraught, depressed
World of confusion
Victory of death
The only solution
Every day is agony
My thoughts are so unclear
To face my harsh reality
There's no one I endear
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look into the yes of a madman
You can see it in his face, he's a weak and sad man
Staring straight ahead, his eyes set like stone
With a nine millimeter cocked at your dome
No way out, it's too late 'cause you're already in it
So what'cha gonna do you'll be dead in a minute
Thinking slow will get you nowhere fast
A young life terminated with one short blast
You live like that, you die like this
That 's how it is
Livin' with regret is no way to live
That's how it is
You're dead too soon if the bullet don't miss
That's how it is kid
How it is
That's what you get for
Living like this
With a bullet in your head - you're dead, you can't miss
Ain't no time for regret when you're body is in a bag
Ain't no time to change your mind when your head begins to sag
Should've known better, ain't working for you now
Maybe if you'd know better you'd be here somehow
So change your ways before you ways change you
With a hole in your head that you can see through
You're looking up and you're looking down
Shot's are rippin' out from all around
You're crying out for help but it can't be found
The voice of regret is the only sound
You play the game and you pay the price
For hustlin' in the gutter with the motherfuckin' street lice
You're runnin' and gunnin' and whatever else goes
And you're goin' with your crew whichever way the wind blows
"cause you got their back and they got yours
And you live for yourself and you make your own laws
But sooner or later what goes around comes around
You wind up dead and buried in hard, cold ground
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yo this is biohazard from brooklyn new york dropping some respect for almighty
Black Sabbath 1994 Motha Fuckas
Have you ever thought about your soul, can it be saved?
Or perhaps you think that when you're dead you just stay your grave
Is God just within your head or is he a part of you?
Is Christ just a namethat you read in a book when you were at school?
When you think about death do you lose your breath or do you keep your cool?
Would you like to see the Pope on the end of a rope---Do you think he's a fool?
Well i have the truth. Yes I have seen the light and I've changed my ways.
And I'll be prepared when you're lonely and scaredat the end of our days.
Could it be you're afraid of what your friends might say
If they knew you believed in God above
They should realize before they criticise
That God is the only way to love.
Is your mind so small that you have to fall
In with the pack wherever they run
Will you still sneer whemn death is near
And say they might as well worship the sun.
I think it is true it was people like you that crucified Christ
I think it is sad that the opinion you had was the only one voiced.
Will you be so sure when your day is near say you won't believe?
You had a chance but you turned it down now you can't retrieve.
Perhaps you'll think before you say that God is dead and gone
Open your eyes, just realize that he is the one,
The only one who can save you now from all this sin and hate.
Or will you still jeer at all you hear?
Yes---I think it's too late.
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I sit and pick my brain each night
With an axe in my hand held tight
Bity 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 vincited
Always alone, society's abortion
Self mutilation, the daily partion
Resentful past breeds hopeful future
With tears of blood, I remove the sutures
Dying inside, emotions they hide
Irreperable damage from the tears that I've cried
I climb from the sewer, the years that I have
spent
Self mutilation or my environment
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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 scub, pour salt in the wound
Torturing myself, I'm forever doomed
Looking east and west each and every moon
A peaceful rest comes somebody soon
No one to blame expect myself
What you call masochism I call wealth
Is death life and do we live in hell?
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It's a motherfuckin' homicide, just deserts
A shotgun painted 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 tought 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 scumming, disribute 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
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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 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
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[Chorus 2x]
The chamber spins three
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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 stray 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
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
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Drug infested, narcotic, electric, schizophrenic,
Murderer arrested, a child molested, a race detested,
A building burnt down, insurance invested,
Homelessness lingers all around, rape, death, sickness,
Homeward bound unemployed, no love, no joy,
Cut down to size, a life destroyed, war, no peace,
Death, tragedy, no cure, disease, AIDS, leprosy,
A veteran dead below the knee, eyes burn in your head,
You cannot see.
Spending all my time just standing in line,
And I'm waiting, waiting to die,
Watching every day of my life go by,
Just waiting, waiting to die.
Children beaten, poisons eaten, look at the world, we're
self-defeating,
Reputed, undisputedly polluted, crack heads with guns ain't afraid to
shoot it,
Countries fighting for oil and gold while the hole in the ozone
layer's out of control,
Brother kills brother in a world full of hate, too fucking late our
heads on a plate,
Nature's dying, children crying, human race ass in a fucking pan
frying,
With no one to blame except ourselves, greed transforms our earth into
hell.
Murder, Middle East assassination, extermination, human termination,
The war on drugs, humiliation,
A ruined nation, with no explanation.
Something to hide bound and gagged and tied,
A gun in your hand at your head, suicide,
It's censorship of my pure mind,
No justice, no truce, no hope to find.
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So many things these eyes have seen,
People I've met and places I've been,
Inconceivable how one maintains,
In the game with the pain and the strain on the brain,
How reality's plane can wear you down,
And make you an insane man who only frowns,
City hardened and cold just like me,
Anger has numbed my eyes from all they see.
Like a workingman's skin as it turns to leather,
The mind of the youth is forced to weather,
An assault on his senses by his parents and peers,
That preys on innocence, weakness and fears,
Manifestation of rage runs deep,
Over the edge of sanity, thoughts creep,
Violent reaction, bitter and mean,
A product of what these eyes have seen.
These eyes have seen inhuman sights,
I hold my breath with all my might,
Like anyone else in our own hells,
It seems obscene the things I've seen.
Lost count of how many wakes were attended,
Mind and body never quite mended,
Do you think this is what life intended?
At fourteen your life has ended,
Maybe your spirit is battered and broken,
From shit you've seen and words that were spoken,
Death, violence, drugs all around,
These eyes have seen some shit go down.
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I question not me, it only happens to others
I can't deny reality as life 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?
Pusishment, 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?
Controllled 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
confress to the father that I'm suffering a burning question of
the truth, wether 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 son, 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
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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
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