Put your gun Down, boy
You know that this won't take you there
Stop the shouting voice in your head
that made you play the role of the bad poor boy
who never knew the best to do
soaked into a disposal rule
Whatever he would never have the chance
Why the hurry, boy?
Where are the hills you're heading to?
Perhaps there ain't no room for the good
If you can make it right
Then give the fuck up boy
Why can't you see the exit
to this point of no return you're into?
So take a breath and start it all again
You should go where you want
but you're dead to the ground
You won't go where you want
cause you're so underground