No one likes red lights
Just out to see the sights
Tonight head to my place
The night and I in a race
After the stars we chase

After all the bars and dregs emptying in my glass
Hop and a skip too far straying ahead of my class
Because we all know, all we are is our past
And if that's the case it's trash and I won't last
But I rub shoulders with class and the money gets passed

Want fast cars, realty, and futures for my life
Gonna go far maybe crash an burn it all tonight
Got some cash its going fast gonna work it out
Spent it on trash, stocks an property never clout
No ice on the dash or rocks on hand, don't flout

Say I'm in it for me and friends but I don't have any of them
Either in the new family or don't got a slice in my time
Legal crime, law says its legal but it sure ain't moral
Guess the moral is don't be born poor or you pay the fine
Well I paid mine and now life is allowed to unfurl

I'm running through red lights gonna see the sights
Tonight I might not make it to my place
Got to win this cruel rat race cause the stars are giving chase
Its sponsored by the state but maybe its all just fate
And of late I've learned to hate the game but most of all hate the players

Cause they trample over prayers and cull the meek
Wolves taking samples of the flavors of the sheep
If your body aches and you work late till the bones creak
Than your the flavor of the week used up till you peak
Your sweat it reeks and draws out the beast

Thrown out in your decline as they recline
Protest your death an receive the fine
Try to survive and you do the time
Don't dare cross the line, moneys the bottom line
Some call it survival others they call it, crime

Money its on my mind
Calls come in and its on the line
I think about money all the time
I make it so I can dine
But others take it to drink wine

Been called a villain but I'd say machiavellian
Learned lessons from the enemy no more feelings
I'll keep living digits from the beast, seven seven seven
Close to falling, but thats the business of heaven
To **** without a weapon during a bull session

Money under my skin, It's killed the has-been
It the only way to win, not skill, not brains
I was saved just had to pay and rob the till
Ink stains over scars and pain none of the rich are sane
Moving Novocaine illegal till its pharmaceutical bills

Should've stopped at red lights
Can't unsee the sights
Don't even know my place
Or who's in this race
But I know it's stars we chase

All the hero's are dead or lost their head
Corpses layed to waste to grow our bread
We all got played bought what they would move
Traded my life and all I know is I'm still alive
To truth its tied when its said a villain survives