Tired of your bullshit cus you're tryna break me down
Don't wanna think about it cus it's gonna stress me out
Tell me how it is but you ain't got a fucking clue
Try and buy your way in cus we know it's what's you're used to
Trust me - you ain't got a fucking clue
Justice - Only for the few
I've seen those like you come and pass before
Hardcore for the working class
For us this is more
Stepped on the wrong shoes and you're clearly mistaken
Only took one look for us to tell that you're faking
Who you gonna point to when there's no one to fucking blame?
Where you gonna turn when there's dollars to your fucking name?
You've never seen the crackhouses or the cockroaches
The thing I fear the most is losing those I call closest
Time will tell, we know you're not one of us
Out of all the names you drop, name one you think you can trust
Trust me, you ain't got a fuckin clue
Anyone but you just ain't worth your fuckin time
See a friend in need and you won't spare a fucking dime
Justice, only for the few
Now you talk like there's nowhere to go
Start talking about family, but there's nowhere for you to fucking go
Where you gonna go when your name has nothing?
Where you gonna turn to?
Where are you gonna fucking go?
Where you gonna turn to?
Where are you gonna fucking go?