Born To Kill . .
I hear the simple things in life can be the most precious...
But when even they’re denied the color green can dress us.
Up in jealousy; when I coveted what was thy neighbor’s...
Cuz they always seemed to have a stocked refrigerator.
Such a simple substance, food is all that’s needed...
But most every night of my life, hunger wasn’t defeated.
Raised where dollars weren’t, so it seemed hopeless...
When a 6 year old boy was handed an eviction notice.
And had to run and play, outside most everyday...
Cuz why come inside, there’s no electricity anyway.
So safe doesn’t get felt, more so anger and envy...
Cuz father foamed at the mouth in a gambling frenzy.
Ends meet? No! But he had BET YOU as a fuckin fashion plate...
He affords that but doesn’t feed his brats...
...............................S’why I’d like to smash his fuckin face!
But never did, just never looked back, left an evil old man alone...
And make sure I never go back to that by taking care of my own.
chorus
My life my` choice's ` my death ..
Can you face life like that?
No creed, race, no white & no black
Engaged & ready for combat
Can you face death like that?
Coming up thru the ranks
No whattup, cheers or thanks
Can you face life like that?
Engaged & ready for combat
Eddy . .
facing struggles as an every day thing..
hit the notes of a ''life'' felt the flow but cant sing!
running into walls!! tho the sun shine's & a little rain falls, ..
and the season is there, im aware .. but i keep on failing to crop!`
my head is a carrousel of memories the spinning never stops
its like when i fell into the scene of a scoolboy crush,
start carrying her books, and doing lots of drugs ..
almost forgot who i was ..
my visions` my future; blurry` rushing my life in a hurry
rushing everyting hastily in an undignified way so damn scurry
facing all my believes w/ tendency yet readily
blowing up in my face, still able to walk steadily
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unbelievable
its so damn unrealistic the answer's ive searched for
are so simplistic yet satisfying! inside i`m dieying
knowing its all gone
ending of my song, nothing is left .. its simple,
the crime: life .. the sentence: death . .