Everyday I'm fighting a different war, never ending, I think my legs and arms are sore
I can see the windows pouring down those evil thoughts, when the ancestors was once bought intil there seeds was taught
Lying through the vision that everything comes in a rash decision, as a admission to this blacken state of mind
Crime is all we seen to know how to do, sticking with you and me just to make one move
In time our mental hasn't improve, aiming to lose the thought that the cause is toring to the abusive that never held a card to be persuasive
Native to a foreign land, can anybody comprehend this torment of lecture that gives the other culture pleasure
Now look at me, do you think I know better, but I don't I've been surviving this way so long, now you going to tell me I'm wrong
RHONE