Blood
Smoke
Drugs and gunpowder
These elements we live by
These elements we stand for
Think your morals grow louder
Yet you still cower
Sitting in the corner
Begging for power
Used to look down on us from your tower
In our streets now
You soon dispose of your jovial candor
You are learning now
I am so proud of you
A patronizing pat down is now at hand
Your tongue was your only weapon then
What about now?
Bullet and blade are popular weapons of our trade
Could you harden your heart and take the shot?
Take a stab at living how we do
Understand now that the conditions of our demise is normal in society
The news doesn't care
Not unless we cause quite a scare
An obituary is hardly ever found in the papers
Who reads those things these days anyways
I bet you already think you know our motives
Prejudice against the people your window points down towards
Laughing while you say we are the reason it got this way
You are though
Do you not understand?
We take these positions because we have nowhere else
The streets are crawling with us
Because people like you are walking on our backs