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[Verse 1]
I get high and do graffiti at night by myself
I practice what I'd say
If they ever catch me, I'ma give 'em hell
I'll tell 'em, "This is for everyone that this world took away from me that I loved"
For every case that's been made
For every can of pepperspray, for every judge
This place is just debris that hasn't been claimed by the sea, we're all
Waiting here in a slow flood
This place has no heart
Been cursed from the start
The crowd only came for the blood

[Chorus]
Livin' too fast to die last, and I'm too old to die young Too strong to let go, roots took hold, now I'm un— Able to ignore the world, to drop it all and join the frenzy
Violence doesn't change a goddamn thing
But it feels nice to bleed

[Verse 2]
This is for everyone that this world took away from me that I loved
For the emptiness inside
For every pointless lie
For the part in us that wants to give up

[Bridge] Drift far and fade into the fray
Live far away from the accountability
Well, I know it's wrong, but this is what happens
This is what you get when everything comes back around

[Verse 3]
This is for everyone that this world took away from us that we loved
For the emptiness inside
For every pointless lie
For the part of us that wants to give up

[Chorus]
Living too fast to die last, and I'm too old to die young
Too strong to let go, roots took hold, now I'm un— Able to ignore the world and drop it all to join the frenzy
Violence doesn't change a goddamn thing, but it feels nice
To bleed

Five songs off their album as a short movie

Born in a war take shots until the swarms stop

pace my grave until the horde turns a doorknob then let them step in and see how effortlessly we unleash hellish weaponry upon the heads of any enemy

Better be ready for anything. We said it until the ending never settling for petty trending on and on got a throat that bleeds all these songs willing to scream to 40 kids till I'm dead and gone

Haunt every one of these dim lit knit wits sun down wrist slit strung out blood drip drip

split a bitch rapper's lip quick we living for this shit these little pricks pulling tricks will never fucking win

yeah. Blood Cousin', all love cussin' Sex, drugs, and them thugs bustin' Young punks on 12 black and whites like a dirty dozen I fuckin ride on percussion Killin' this shit, appetite for destruction Gun to his chest, actin' like it ain't nothin' Cops going out, the fuckin' change is comin' When Punk Hop mix and my people start dumpin'

We will never fix everything that we've broken
But we keep on hoping
This isn't how we die

Still got no patience for fashionista industry rapists cut a snake tongue out from the mouth of a tastemaker Celebrity puppeteering, everybody so shameless Lost track of the fact that we never rapped to become famous
Blaze every rotting, ivory tower to the ground now Fuck your definition of punk, we got ours Fat Mike and Doc, OGs with heart Codef till we stop for the love of the pure art

FTP, motherfucker. Gang of killers who walk free, motherfucker Bloods and crips, the whole zip full of rivals like LA Death squad, the fucking suicidals
Bang for the right, it's all the same fight Same damn cell, we all living in hell
Me and my motherfucking boys doing it right
Taking the pipe to the pipeline in jail

Dirty concrete, secreting blood stains reverberated rebar (???) Bring out echoes off the storm drains, rain pours upon dreams, can't stand the chance, run us with the cat-biting fragrance, dance and dance and dance, in a land where nothing's left, gets in its draft when the cats are cracked, I don't chat back with desire, empty pockets with the ballads, I'll be finding all the cover in the park!

We all in the same gang street life combination like a G-thing
A billion dollar business like it's cocaine Left in the white house back where the shit came It's like nevermind mixed with some maggot brain Cuz they don't wanna see the people integrate Buts thats the bullshit we should really hate put it in their face and the whole world celebrate

We will never fix everything that we've broken
But we keep on hoping
This isn't how we die

What happens when you leave the decisions up to the machines?