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fingers
To a loaded gun
And as I kick open the Chevy door I
Grab the Devil by the hand and let
The 45 blow we make a run
Down the nearest street while

prankster 
Rude bwoy dead 'cause him thought him was a gangster 
Tried to live the life of a hood from the streets 
Test the wrong dread now him in eternal

Zombie

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Talk about judgement day the news said lock-up

This day will live in infamy
A path for those to come
Each day gets worse and worse
The streets are empty
Reflections tempting
Nowhere to turn
There

it droolin bumpin trusting like I hardly know me
Fuck my phone long gone yeah I miss my homies
Staying down the street round the block at the Hilton

prankster 
Rude bwoy dead 'cause him thought him was a gangster 
Tried to live the life of a hood from the streets 
Test the wrong dread now him in eternal

And I need you (Hey, Drilltime)
And I miss you
And now I wonder
If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by?
'Cause you know

singin' my defeat
Digging my own grave, a one-way street

Lost in the darkness, no compass, no guide
This symphony of sorrow, nowhere to hide
Sun sets blood

nowhere to run
A nation come together hearts beating as one
Mourn in the dark crying under the sun
Civilians scatter militants in the streets
Boots crush

High Hopes and weary dreams only to be stopped 
A quarter-mile down the street
By the red and blue flashing light of police oh shit they almost found my

a dead-end street to nowhere
So I fell back down to square one
Just 'cause you keep ghosting me
Whenever I'm in dreams, whenever I feel lonely
Thousand times
I

the front door 
I've been waiting for a while

The neighbors whisper down the street
But pay no mind I am finding 
That people only see what they want to see

Hallow's Eve
Just another phrase for Devil's Night
Mass murdering bitches by the street light
Everybody thinks that candy's to be received
Little do they

she said nearly drop dung dead
Cos him even fertilize har egg

Some stay true to me
Some stay new to me I know
Trust don't come for free
So choose who

nearby (oh-oh-oh)

[Chorus]
I scream but there's no sound (no sound)
It's hiding, nowhere to be found (to be found)
I'm paralyzed by fear, in the dead

Skinhead creepin’ street light’s bout to glow
Ain’t backin’ out now, ain’t nowhere to go

Speedin’ cars, yeah
Automobiles
I’ve been pleading hard for these

feel it
If you're living by the street code there's no religion
There's no gods out here when they tryna kill us
Is different than selling dope to losing

nowhere else to gooo

Yeah

I gonna walk down the street and I bet police try to stop me hell yeah I said what I said 
I gonna walk down my block and don't

Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm

nine socks
Cuz there's nowhere to run and nowhere to hide fox
Ya let get rich or die trying go to heart
So the doctor writes D.O.A. on ya chart
Dead

If you boys got beef we can roll wit it
In da club or da street we can go wit it
It don't make me none blow for blow wit it
Crack his head wit a gun

prankster 
Rude bwoy dead 'cause him thought him was a gangster 
Tried to live the life of a hood from the streets 
Test the wrong dread now him in eternal

The Hard Road

Hilltop Hoods

State of the Art

2009

a guide like, a blind veteran's dog,
Cause I was going nowhere like a child's letters to god,
Though life's road was hard I was never so lost,
That I

borrowed
It's too late on streets of hate you await your fate
I tell you brother you were gone from the gate
Just another kid swallowed by the streets