My gums bleed for the victims Of the bad taste generation Everyone seems so concerned Without motivation Raise your fist with broken glass And change
Ninos en la calle No quieren regresar Cuando el dia se acaba El diablo va bailar Siglos de la noche Te quieren despertar Y unas cosas de la muerte Que
I guess there's no hope for us today If they succeed Ethnic cleansing day Who's going to do all the shit you don't like There's no glamour in the fields
This used to be the place where you used to want to be Raise some kids and start a family Prominent figures in your community Have tried to create a high
How many times do they play that song broken record on and on cant they find a new song to sing? ass some style to that thing some people try to hit
Tenemos que pruevar que no somos pendejos Tenemos que tartar a limpiar el espejo Porque todoas cre'en que la raza no tiene chansa A destruirnos completamente
We're the ones that had to sail the course The course of friendship and trust, of course Always heading for the eye of the storm Getting stuck in one
, no suits or attitude Just our cheeky money and our firmed tunes Ren-dez-voodoo (Who do voodoo we doo, fuck you) Ren-dez-voodoo (Who do voodoo we doo
Born into money, ignorance and greed Elected to speak for the vast majority Pulling politricks on behalf of America That's the nature of the politicians
Te dejan con la cabeza partida Piernas cebradas, la mente podrida Como el silencio en la noche que biene Ay esta el asusto con tigo Las cosas que asen
Welcome to the rat traps and to my neighborhood everybody's struggling and misunderstood the dope man and the hookers and the poor Hispanic family have
Nightmares Fuckin' nightmares Nightmare Submerged in a pool of someone else's control They've taken my emotions and imprisoned my soul Forgetting my
I heard that you've been travelling the San Francisco scene Tried your luck in Oregon and saw the in between Pushing your luck so far You've seen what
What?s the matter with the kid?s today Is there something wrong with what they?re saying? No one wants to listen, does anyone have time Everything is
Roll your sleeves up, put up your dukes The time has come for us to speak the truth It never hits you until you realize You?ve been victimized in front
Crown my desire fulfill my bliss A pretty young girl and a jug of this All of my sorrows are past and fled Until I'm in my grave and dead Those pretty
He used to live right up the street On the corner of Jones street No one knows just what he's done But now he weighs 151 Orlando's Not Here! Riding
S is for the sickness we create with each other Why is for the time that's spent with your brothers Me I'm contemplating all the looks in the yes Beating