Dead freaks never had any balance
Authority tried to demand compliance
So we left society and became truant
Forced to speak in ends now we're fluent

Money on my mind, mind on my money
I cant seem to find either bloods turned runny
I might just die just to make the ante
I steal and I lie to fill up our pantry

They know who I am I'll leave it all broken
Leave disrespect in dirt with toads croaken
Lacked it now on the ground chokin
Can't breathe in the arms of an ocean

My dead friends, I'm gonna run without balance
Got the bends underwater and uncompliant
Don't follow trends I've long been truant
Told to speak in ends and now I'm fluent

And whats it to you if I steal, lie, and cheat
Is it immoral to survive on the streets
Judged with morals I can't afford
Standards made by the pious and bored