Walk away now and you're gonna start a war Whatever went away, I?ll get it over now I?ll get money, I?ll get funny again We expected something, something better than before We expected something more Do you really think you can just put it in a safe

Lightning strike after dark What's the price? Up the bar Used to fight, the streets is harsh I wasn't right, locked behind bars Stealing the cars, servin' the narcs The money I gain, all for the art Whole lot of pain, black in my heart I know she