Burn it down if you can
We all are freaking strangers
Wanting to be a game changer
Don't even remember my own brother
Can't laugh at the joke we make with each other
What's going on on your mind, dude
What happens in my mind, it's rude
You look like the way you are
But, I'm not alike the way you see me
We are the soldiers of hood
They be afraid of you my dude
Half east half to west
Thinking that our thought's the best
We're all bunch of Tramadols
The world is a war of Freemasons
The price of milk over here
Same as the thirst of a buccaneer
Changed the colors of hearts
Colden the river of our bloods
Washed in a load of suds
Burning is forgotten
Our shouts loud but our heart are rotten
Still, when I roll in the hood
There's a man filled with a kind of pain
A kind that has no gain
Doesn't give a damn about no bane
Somehow, day and night
Lovelier day to night
Didn't say a word to n***as
Didn't have the feet to hit us
Didn't the get the point across
Didn't love the hate for dross
Left and became the point across
Wanted to burn so he won't drown in the words
Make himself frown at the boards
Burned by the real meaning of the words
The man who smelled like ash
Burned to awaken the people of this town, in a blink and a flash
Burned, the one who sacrifices himself for his love for his heart
“We used to be partners.”
“Daily pain isn't a hardness”
Destroyed his heart in this deep darkness
Says his hero, his love died hopeless
Is and still is “good”, not bad
His mind isn't filled with clad
Call your faith in, it will reply one day
If you broke, re-piece, don't give in to the frey
Call your faith in
With a burned heart (Devil)
If we burn
A generation will turn