Lyrics

Living on the street like a punk And i sell my soul just to get that junk While the cops beat down on my head I keep it to myself but i gotta keep pushing .357 right to my head Pull that trigger and then i'm dead Living on the street in a box And i run like hell from the threat of the cops While my walls come tumbling down I keep on trying to Push push struggle I said i'd be the one I swear i'll be the one