But that's really the end
What's wrong with us?
Try to keep your heads up high
Can't be giving in
Don't you let one day go by
Without praising the most high
Cause it's the only way we ever will survive
Rough life, no crime, you the mother
Hard time, no guides, no sign
Walking on a thin line, sentence no trial
Victim of a profile, no hope, more fights
Wonder why we hostile
False profit, big profit
Focused on their pocket white collar