Inner city motherfuckin' rat race pressure cooker that explodes in your face Another neighborhood destroyed by the drug deal Stakin' a claim on an estate that is
Pay the mob's for your own protection a wise guy makes the wrong connections Flooding our streets your wanna be bullshit Who who, don't matter who gets hit
The space the death of our friends is so close This month it was neglect, our boy died of an Last a gunshot a typical story That's just the way it goes in a territory
No hope, dope and your chances are slim To grow up and get out you're already in The of the street so powerful Suckin' you in it, drains mind by the hour fool
Still smokin' our friends are all dusted Slave to a of juice fuckin' disgusted Can't you see the neighborhood's a hole And the odds are we'll never grow old
Young guns scam runnin' on a get quick tip With pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip Day to day death wish we all carry to your suicide
An epitaph from your failed An epitaph your failed territory An epitaph from failed territory An epitaph your failed territory
Wake up, out An from your own self doubt up, break out
Wake up, out An epitaph from your own doubt Wake up, out
You call yourself a part of the avenue Living here doesn't much else to do But get into beef, take each other's Kid of eighteen broke his skull a bat
Always changin' with the like a fuckin' chameleon You live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million A rebel 'cause you born into wealth But the only holdin' you down is yourself
On the road we get the phone calls breakin' our When find someone we love in the trunk of a car Nothin' you can do just sad story An epitaph from your territory
An epitaph from failed territory An epitaph from failed territory
An epitaph from your territory An epitaph your failed territory An from your failed territory An epitaph from your failed