Lyrics
South side graduated from hard knocks
South side graduation from a tough life
Wrong side of the tracks so he turned to the streetlights
Living on the wrong side of the tracks, turned to the streets
Despise any punk that got something to say, they tried their luck in vain before he blew em' away
Disdain for those who criticize, resolved conflicts violently
The one outspoken, parents never supportive, no, they sick of all the times I fuck it up when I be broken
Outspoken individual with unsupportive parents, struggling with mistakes
Seen too much in this fucked up life "I'm joining the fight, can't hide, you can see the pain in my eyes" was in his note
Experienced hardship, expressing pain and desire to fight
Mom's choked up, dad's doped up, on the lines he's coked up to them he's just a soldier
Parents distressed, using substances; he sees himself as a soldier
He's got bullets like Ritalin for anyone to try and stop him
Armed and ready for anyone trying to stop him
Going back to his hood just ain't an option
Returning to his old neighborhood is not an option
So, keep it going
Encouragement to persevere
Enemies he keeps on smoking
Continues to defeat enemies
Bombs exploding, bodies dropping, don't give a fuck he keeps unloading
Indifferent to violence and destruction, relentless
Didn't believe in me then why would you believe in me now
Reflecting on past disbelief in oneself
So, wear a frown the situation finna turn around
Despite challenges, anticipates a positive turnaround
No hope
Feeling hopeless
The sense of doom comes rushing in
A sense of impending doom
Let go
Letting go of something
The tide it pulls against us all
Struggling against inevitable forces
Blood, shed, my eyes have never glowed such crimson red
Witnessing intense violence, eyes turning red
Aim, hate, organic rush witness this panic inflicting pain
Violent thoughts, causing pain
I felt the sun burn to keep the darkness away
Enduring pain to keep darkness at bay
The moon glows in the wake of their eternal sin
The aftermath of eternal sin illuminated by the moon
"When will it be me?
Questioning when tragedy will strike
When will my family have to grieve?"
Fear for the family's grief
A collective thought beyond reach
A collective thought that's elusive
Using death as a weapon
Using death as a tool or strategy
Use death as a weapon
Reiteration of using death as a weapon
Fell straight out of heaven
Fallen from grace, feeling disconnected
The moon still shines cold at night I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I can fight it off
Determined to fight against darkness, even if it's from heaven
Use death as a weapon
Reiteration of using death as a weapon
Fell straight out of heaven
Fallen from grace, still trying to survive
The sun still burns the light of the sky praying up we ask why am I gonna make it out alive?
The sun still shines, questioning survival
Blood, shed, my eyes have never glowed such crimson red
Witnessing intense violence, eyes turning red
Aim, hate, organic rush witness this panic inflicting pain
Violent thoughts, causing pain
No sense of direction just an instinct of killing
Lost without direction, driven by instinct to kill
The shots keep ringing as the blood keeps spilling in the calm of the night
Continued violence, bloodshed in the calm of the night
The screams pierce through the ringing
Screams amid the gunfire, chaos
Collecting the pieces of bones of our brothers in arms
Collecting the remains of fallen comrades
You'll never make it out alive
Doubtful of survival
Oh father have mercy on my soul
Plea for mercy for the sins committed
I've killed a man with a gun to my brother's head
Regret for killing in a traumatic situation
What choices were left with traumatic stress
Choices limited by traumatic stress
Fatigues can't disguise vacant eyes etched into my skull
Fatigue and trauma evident in vacant eyes
Furthering the disconnect of a silhouette with each tag I collect
Deepening disconnection with each tragic experience
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