The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide

Don't wait too long Share every precious moment with me You are the summer and I am the autumn My songs go on when yours has just begun Fall is a lovely time of the year When the leaves turn to golden brown But soon fall is ending and winter is near And

The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide

Oh, my daddy said shoot And men like me come around He said take care of your mother Watch out for your sister With his gun, with his head held high He told me not to cry With his right hand on his rifle He swore it on the bible My daddy said shoot

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma

Unleash the wolves Carnage has no rules Comparison, competition A family of the unwanted Beaten, stunted, dysfunction A brotherhood that is of violence Bury our rivals Shotguns, knives, rifles And to tyrants, bow to none

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look, they shook Son, they shook Living the live that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds Some get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts

Situation number one, it's the one that's just begun But evidently it's too late Situation number two, it's the only chance for you It's controlled by denizens of hate Situation number three, it's the one that no one sees Is all too often dismissed as

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're