I don't need no friends to tell me who my friends are  I don't need some pig to tell me what the rules are  See me walkin' I'm loaded  See me walkin' I'm loaded  I've got an ear for every sound  I've got an ear down to the ground  These blues come down  These blues come down  The streets are burnin'  The years are turnin'  The sky is falling down  The line has been drawn  Been pushed too far  Been pushed too hard  Knocked down, knocked down, no, no, no, break it  I don't need your lovin'  I don't want your beauty  I go back in my head, I go ugly in my head  This home is loaded, it's ugly  This lonely ghetto, it's ugly  See him walkin' with a gun in his hand  See I'm walkin' with a gun in my hand  See him walkin' with a gun in my heart  Loaded, ugly, loaded, ugly, loaded, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly...