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Failed Territory
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Failed Territory was released on May 24, 1994 by Warner Records as a part of the album State of the World Address
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Release DateMay 24, 1994
LabelWarner Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby Hambel
Bobby Hambel
Lead Guitar
Billy Graziadei
Billy Graziadei
Vocals
Danny Schuler
Danny Schuler
Drums
Evan Seinfeld
Evan Seinfeld
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Hambel
Bobby Hambel
Songwriter
Billy Graziadei
Billy Graziadei
Songwriter
Danny Schuler
Danny Schuler
Songwriter
Evan Seinfeld
Evan Seinfeld
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ed Stasium
Ed Stasium
Producer
Lord Randall Wine
Lord Randall Wine
Engineer
Ken Villeneuve
Ken Villeneuve
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Inner city struggling, motherfucking rat race
Condemned pressure cooker that explodes in your face
Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal
Staking a claim on an estate that is real
[Verse 2]
Pay the mob's price for your own protection
Half a wise guy makes the wrong connections
Flooding our streets with your wanna-be bullshit
Who whacks who, don't matter who gets hit
[Verse 3]
The space between the death of our friends is so close
This month it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose
Last month a gunshot, a typical story
That's just the way it goes in a failed territory
[Verse 4]
No hope, just dope, and your chances are slim
To grow up and get out 'cause you're already in
The vacuum of the street so powerful
Sucking you in it drains your mind by the hour, fool
[Verse 5]
Still smoking dippers, our friends are all dusted
Slave to a bottle of juice, fucking disgusted
Can't you see the neighborhood's a black hole
And the odds are that we'll never grow old
[Verse 6]
Young guns scam running on a get-ahead quick tip
With your pretty-ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip
Day to day deathwish we all carry inside
Welcome to your suicide!
[Verse 7]
An epitaph for a failed territory
An epitaph for a failed territory
An epitaph for a failed territory
An epitaph for a failed territory
[Verse 8]
Wake up, break out
An epitaph from your own self doubt
Wake up, break out
[Verse 9]
Wake up, break out
An epitaph from your own self doubt
Wake up, break out
[Verse 10]
So you call yourself a part of the Avenue Crew
Living here doesn't offer much else to do
But get into beef and take each other's back
Kid of eighteen, broke his skull with a bat
[Verse 11]
Always changing with the trends like a fucking chameleon
You live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million
A rebel 'cause you weren't born into wealth
But the only thing holding you down is yourself
[Verse 12]
On the road we get phone calls breaking our hearts
When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car
Nothing you can do, just another sad story
An epitaph for a failed territory
An epitaph for a failed territory
An epitaph for a failed territory
[Verse 13]
An epitaph for a failed territory
An epitaph for a failed territory
An epitaph for a failed territory
An epitaph for a failed territory
Written by: Biohazard
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