Sick of this fucked up world  but our cries and screams will never be heard  no where to hide , no where to run,  in this whole world your only friend is a gun  afraid to open your eyes,  and make contact with the ones you dispise  live on the streets fight for your rights,  fight these battles in the upcoming nights  scared to step outta your card board box,  sleep on concrete and a pillow of rocks  survival is the name of the game,  so join us as we try to maintain  one and only , law of order ,  kick ass smuggle shit across the border  live in an urban hell so we've found,  fucked up badly, no one makes a sound  urban hell , starin' at the world through a jail cell.