I don't need no friends to tell me who my friends are   I don't need some pig to tell me what the rules are   See me walkin' I'm loaded   See me walkin' I'm loaded   I've got an ear for every sound   I've got an ear down to the ground   These blues come down   These blues come down   The streets are burnin'   The years are turnin'   The sky is falling down   The line has been drawn   Been pushed too far   Been pushed too hard   Knocked down, knocked down, no, no, no, break it   I don't need your lovin'   I don't want your beauty   I go back in my head, I go ugly in my head   This home is loaded, it's ugly   This lonely ghetto, it's ugly   See him walkin' with a gun in his hand   See I'm walkin' with a gun in my hand   See him walkin' with a gun in my heart   Loaded, ugly, loaded, ugly, loaded, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly...