From Tha Gutter

From tha gutta Born with nothing Fighting tooth and nail Just to die with nothing to your name No promise made good By the ones you trust They give you dust You forgotten how they suffer From tha gutter Salt of the scorched earth Calloused hands worn weak Years of honest work Nothing left and we're so Unloved Undone Where fuck have my best years gone At odds With the world I'll keep my chin up When it gets tough I ain't calling it I ain't had enough We've been dealt a dirty hand in game of luck Tell me who's the one at fault If they never had a shot Tell me who's the one at fault If they never had a shot Aww yeah From tha Gutter 2021 War Criminal Style Out here getting it one way or another All that fuck around and find out shit