You came from money, never seen the streets.
Like to talk big game, but don’t have the receipts.
Don’t know the struggle, never had it tough,
I see through your act, I’m calling out your bluff.
You really ain’t that hard.
Quit playing stupid games.
Stop acting like a god,
ain’t scared of you or your squad.
You preach violence but have never lived it.
You ain’t about that life, it’s just an outfit.
And neither am I, but I’ve seen it.
When compared to you, there’s shit that I’ve been through.
You’re a coward, I can see it in your eyes.
Take your best shot, I’ll break that arm - twice.
Nothing more than an ignorant piece of shit,
fuck around long enough and get your head split.
YOU'RE FUCKING CAUGHT!
BACK TO THE WALL!
YOUR TIME IS UP!
PAY THE PRICE!
Fortunate son - you’re not the only one.
I share your story, I know your pain.
Fortunate son - you’re not the only one.
Despite all of this, there's some things I can’t dismiss.
You and I can’t see eye to eye.
Some things stay with you until you die.
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023