Cruisin' downtown with some friends of time
This time I'm going
I don't recognize this place
This ever growing hatred
We drag ourselves
We're headed for an unknown destination
new administration rules
if I could
I creatively freestyle my way through the concrete
I stick and
Death and destruction, easy solution
Follow the leader, mass confusion
Young k
Well I never heard a thing for free
Never had a
The snow comes falling down
The flakes do their best to
The ground is shaking
It's the sign of a reaction
No more
Back on track after years of distraction
The truth is an
Tonight I'm out in the city down on Liquor Street
I
There's a silent chaos
I'm waiting for disorder but it's already
See another day
I try to kill the time
But this time
The pressure keeps rising
It turns to a ticking bomb
The hands
I've spent years constantly dreaming
I've spent nights on dirty concrete
I've got a bad bad feeling
When I see all these
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