4:20 AM

Masses masses look at the addicts
Tell them to please stop slowing traffic
They can't pay no bills or assists
They will always get there ass kicked
Drinking beer out of of tubes and funnels
Running around painting tags on tunnels
Just because there bored the cause of trouble
Arcades from the eighties just a pile of rubble
There's not enough jobs to feed the dogs   
Whats that sound at night your being robbed
He grabs some food and then takes off
Your broke your poor your job you lost
Money money just pieces of paper
Work your ass off or its given as favors
The blood wont come off with whiteout or erasers
Yelled so much they shot me with a taser
All this dirt and still no food around
Fire some seeds deep into the ground
Load up the corpse drive it to town
Go to funerals dressed up as clowns
Wars fought without soldiers
Guarding over invisible boarders
Take out the guns and swing your shoulders
Let them feel fists rock hard like boulders