作曲 : Wesley Lanier Richards
Born beyond ****ing lost
Behind the eight ball, mostly my fault
A wrap sheet and blackened lungs
I should’ve died when I was ****ing young
Everyone ****s with you living broke in the street
A target on your back, a poison unseen
Death is the final after thought for the desperate that can not stop
When you don’t have money to eat and no where you’re allowed to sleep
Go! When they criminalize how we survive
Behind bars, built without a key
Hide from reality if it doesn’t fit
Better if they bеlieve that we don’t еxist
作曲 : Wesley Lanier Richards
Born beyond ****ing lost
Behind the eight ball, mostly my fault
A wrap sheet and blackened lungs
I should’ve died when I was ****ing young
Everyone ****s with you living broke in the street
A target on your back, a poison unseen
Death is the final after thought for the desperate that can not stop
When you don’t have money to eat and no where you’re allowed to sleep
Go! When they criminalize how we survive
Behind bars, built without a key
Hide from reality if it doesn’t fit
Better if they bеlieve that we don’t еxist