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
