You're coming home to an empty s___e inside of you,
There's no other place.
You're wondering hard what you're here for,
But every night you still walk out that door.

You're just a screwed up kid,
Who doesn't know who he is
Fights the words in his head,
Screams he's better off dead.
Met a punk with a dis
Wants a fight and now you're p___ed
It's already too late
Sawed off your hate

What did you sell your soul for?
Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge?
You got props from your boys on the block,
A cross to bear that never ends
What did you sink so low for?
Was it the time and the s___e and the spit in your face?
Props from the cops and the court
A sin you can't erase

He caught you looking his way
Hands in the air - what the hell'd ya say?
I know something sad but true
That m_________er was as scared as you.

You're just a screwed up kid,
Who doesn't know who he is
Fights the words in his head,
Screams he's better off dead.
Met a punk like you
What the f___ you gonna do?
Point the piece at his eyes
You never realized

Sell it with a pistol in the sack.
They push you so hard, gonna push right back.
Sell it and don't put up a fight
Your life has just started but it all ends tonight.

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