Lock and load   Duck down   When you hear the sound of one hundred rounds tear your house to the ground   That's how they are getting down downtown   We're killing over color and were heaven sent and hell bound      Father wasn't around to beat me down   So I'm a conscious less psychopath on the streets of a ghost town      Bodies slumped on their steering wheels   Brains climbing from their mouths   Muscles protruding from their wounds   Like even they want out      Nobody gets out   Nobody ever makes it out   And before I drew my head from the cunts mouth      One foot was in the grave   They're dying so young where I come from   It's gun or be gunned   Run or be ran over   Man over man   Foolhardy as they come   As kids we skipped the fun   Fascinated with numbers, and ways we could make them run      Unaware we had just hung the possibility of a kosher become   It's so damn dark out here   Hailstones blot out the sun      Bodies, buried atop on another   Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers      They're letting shots loose   From Sacramento to Syracuse   And I dreamt I put it all behind me   Then I awoke to...      Sounds of busting guns   Bullet holes in lungs   Taste your guts sliding off of your tongue   Tendons, bone fragments lodged in your gums   Mothers praying for the health of her son   Sickens me, what we've become      Bodies, buried atop one another   Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers