Walking in the subway
alone late at night
New York city gangs
everywhere in sight Your fell their anger upon you
walk a little faster now
you feel their hateful eyes
you're fighting for your life As they walk on closer
you feel a thousand cries
their eyes burn down your back
not prepared for their attack A mission bell sent sign
a sign that you board soon
you've come this far, no turning back
Don't expect, sympathy
we hope you make it too we don't know, the word
your walked my turf, insanity
but in this place you die Your life is wasted
your blood is tasted
as it drips down the blade you couldn't take it
Your money's gone
You didn't make it
you walked the subway you paid
your clothes they're torn you're lying in a pool of blood You know you're leaving
we watch you grieving
but in this place you die Don't expect sympathy
we don't know the word
you walked my turf, insanity
but in this place you die.
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