Left right left Right
As I march to the battle field...
If you look into my eyes
I guarantee...
This cant be life
when I'm living in this struggle...
I'm sick of life
Sick of putting up with all this s**t...
Why is everything so messed up?
People are crazy...
Went from juice to Gin
through thick through thin...
When I was young
we use to play to have fun...
The streets is a battle field
between drugs and thugs...
We still have problems
All we do is complain...
This world is run by money
Paper that people will die for...
Over 10 million died in World War I
they are known as "the lost generation"...
I wish I could take it back
But I\'ve paved my fate...