Here comes the thunder down under   We're natural wonders   Night falls when we leave, all you feel is the hunger   Surprises people of all shapes and sizes      Dig on the decade and realize, it's all funky   No matter this rude boy still got that swagger   My ears have heard all these crews but we're badder   Interracial, special, positive beings   I am I be a cool awakening      It's gettin' hectic the metrics the body electric   Everybody in worn out blue jeans or tacky dresses   This is the city we've reached we've come to   Go unrecognized on the corner or make moves      All the lights are red, all the poets dead   A familiar nightmare appears in my head   Times are changin' myself I'm rearrangin'   Dream eight-thousand-five-twelve blazin'      Born to act out, born to act out   Paranoid with a gat   Born to act out, born to act out   Think you know where it's at      Born to act out, born to act out   But you're lookin' like a Sissie   Born to act out, born to act out   Guns are for pussies      I'm not from Philly but some say I'm blunt   That's just the way I am and I'm not going to front   And yes I took a trip to find out about the ways of big   City seedy bars and drugs that make you feel shitty      Pretty older women in skirts conversation frisky   Stinking cigarettes and plenty of bourbon whiskey   Sad classic music on the jukebox of doom   Hollywood blvd. barfly frolic room      Tomb of lost souls some beyond salvage   Some just having fun opening steam salvage   I was one becoming the other hellbent to discover   Had to pull up the reigns or else smother   Take it brother all the way and then you're scared      Don't want to be unprepared   You're getting paranoid   And then guns are shared   You guys think that you're hard   But you're in fear of being harmed   I fear no man and I'm unarmed      Born to act out, born to act out   Paranoid with a gat   Born to act out, born to act out   Think you know where it's at      Born to act out, born to act out   But you're lookin' like a Sissie   Born to act out, born to act out   Guns are for pussies