What you see is what you get
I only know
Nothing but sticks and stones
I only throw
I'll just be sick with anger
I'll chuck it up
The person on my shoulder is like come on let's go
Let's show 'em whats rights

The cigarettes littering the streets
Laying down, young
The id, the anger what it means to be
Lays dormant year to year
The drunk on the corner is like come on here boy
I'll tell you what, keep thinkin' like that and you'll have an idea
They don't wanna hear

'Cause we'll kill em in their homes
Burn it down and watch it roll
Tеst it with your might
Thru the underpass and all the stuff that keeps you up at night