We're going to shoot you But don't get the wrong idea And there's nothing in your head or pocket Throat or wallet You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound That could change just how this

I can get back on, I can get back on And the next it's falling in on me One day I feel I'm on top of the world One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel And the next it's rolling over me It?s a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit It?s a far cry

I kiss you blush Some kind of lust I want to feel my head overthrown I've got enough It's in the touch I kiss your knees and I try to be bold I try not to reason with myself. Should be calling, Calling for your help

Sent to kill, to watch no man's land Snipers are moving unseen Fight for land, to lose it again Shrapnel is filling the air Hell on earth, the trenches mean death, better keep your head down low Charge their lines, the ultimate test it's a synchronized

If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (yeah!) If I'm lookin' for something' then it's probly a fight If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight If that's dead, then the head better be right (C'mon) Here we go again, fuckin right Dog man X baby,

We build cathredrals to our pain Establish monuments to attain Freedom from all of the scars and the sins Lest we drown in the darkness within Here in the darkness that I lay Depression heavy in its weigh And how my body aches to leave To sing its final

If I send you roses for no reason at all If, out of the blue, I stop and give you a call Once in a while, it's breakfast in bed And then pull the covers back up over our heads If I call in sick just to stay home with you I want you to know why I do what

And the sun will rise Dawn will break through the blackest night Distant in its glow This shall pass be still and know In this struggle Are we dead or alive? Freedom is not existence It's why we survive Shake our grief

It's really going down in the goddamn south I 3-up, 100 to the end Wasted, undone How could you judge? I’m wasted right now Wasted undone Wasted right now Take a sip, drowning in this shit Choppers on my hip I hold my head

Look what I did Look what you've done When I ventured In the jungle Listen I ain't going back I guess I made the right choice It's all in the head Master it then, done I ain't from Miami