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
|
|
-----------------
|
Tales From The Hard Side
|
Biohazard |