War Not Beef
Everyday I recall the pain
Same feeling every single day
Statues in front of my face
New tenant every single day
My bad if I'm filled with hate
It's you who put us in this place
Mirror, mirror, who's the one to blame?
f**k that, I'll take what's mine
They take more than property
Bowery ain't just a f**king street
Won't sit around, wait and see
What they leave for you and me
I got a boot laced up
Head cut, make war to the beat
I just want to feel what I've never felt before
But they keep turning up
They think there's more than they can ask for
Hands to fight, hands to use
These days of hate, I search for truth
I got my hands, that's what I use
In these days of hate, it's like a knife fight for the truth
I got my hands, that's what I'll use
Lines form on my face and hands
With the ups and downs
They think it's sweet
They think it's easy
I wanna take 'em with
I wanna take 'em to the street
I've gotta see it, I wanna see it now
In these days of hate, I search for truth
All I got my hands, that's what I'll use
In these days of hate, I search for truth
I got my hands, that's what I'll use
In these days of hate, I search for truth
All I got my hands, that's what I'll use
