Weapons - Intellectual

We were at school and were growing up side by side

Up in your room, you showed me your collection of knives

And the porn printed in black and white

Big muscle boys and five foot girls shot from behind

And my brother had it right

Never backed down an inch in his life

Quick to the blade when he saw a face he didn't like

He said no one's gonna help you climb

You'd better help yourself and I couldn't deny it

Who knows what goes on in a young man's mind

It's ride or die

Who knows what goes on in a young man's mind

You were 12 years old when your dad went down

He'd been in the army and it put his shit right

Spent his week on the weights getting ready for a fight

Looking for a weakling to put down on Friday night