This is a stick up
So put your hands up
I'm taking your shit
So shut the fuck up
Lights out
Guns up
I think you've had enough
Of this fruit
From this tree
We're falling out of touch
The pomegranate doesn't fall far from the bush
Say goodbye to the sunshine
Target's locked on
So take your shot
We don't need your recognition
I can do this own my own
From the bottom of the barrel
We shall rise
I can do this on my own
We've had enough time to think about this
Straight to the guillotine
Off with their heads
