and what makes us be it The love we share for the mutual link that we have STraight-Edge Hardcore No regrets Because we live everything And we live
you trust A bound to die is not an easy way to survive I don't need an answer My only solution is to LIVE BY THE FIST And die for the truth You
No sanctuary or refuge for me and my beliefs Punished by the lack of trust of what is not comprehended Controled by emotions, directioned to a savage
Degradation (6x) A call for blood against the youth gone insane dead before they get old Follwing the leader of a headless world You talk about
Woke up the other mornin', I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's real as hell Can't explain
Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by
m blessed Never wear no vests because I got mad love Master V does some other shit TV's in the head rests I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs
the streets Band on bricks 'till my fist was bloody Turn, hella corners in the '74 'Cutty Buddy, you don't wanna come against this Black fist, born to
's always safe to pray And try to do my best to understand he write a rhyme away I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
body and be free You'd like to float like a mystic child You'd like to kiss an angel on the brow You'd love to solve the mystery of live By cutting
will, surreal spinnin Ever-movin like evolution it's retribution For sellin roots, lessen futures, I'm steppin to fuse? ya Sun rises my subconsciousness culminates constant Live
they song come on Swinging they fists Ready for war but its a different type of effect Its not violence They're just tranced by the advance Tranqued by
actually been there, Not like you... Ignorant siblings in the congregation Gather around spewing sympathy, Spare me... None of them can even hold a candle up to you, Blinded by
down Without you to guide them all to Zion? What are they going to do when the rivers overrun Other than tremble incessantly? High is the way, but our Lives
actually been there Not like you Ignorant flippants in the congregation Gather around spewing sympathy Spare me None of them can even hold a candle up to you Blinded by
my shit get lit - up like a cigarette I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown Cant even holla with something, see I done lived it now These niggas
breedas getting stabbed and mothers snorting off their prams ooohh ooohh ooohh Damn right Londons getting sicker by the day, one of you n****s come out, the others
