Living on the street like a punk

And i sell my soul just to get that junk

While the cops beat down on my head

I keep it to myself but i gotta keep pushing

.357 right to my head

Pull that trigger and then i'm dead

Living on the street in a box

And i run like hell from the threat of the cops

While my walls come tumbling down

I keep on trying to

Push push struggle

I said i'd be the one

I swear i'll be the one