You've got two choices the right and wrong side of the way

You've already chosen, so it's all the same

You shot down the old man to demostrate your power

and shot down the young one 'cause you're a street-hunter



On the street you're the king

But in the life you're so weak

'Cause you can shot but can't stop

The madness in your brain



What a bang... 



The fight, what you struggle, that's insane

You write the rules and you think it's a game

Every life in your hand is so innocent

Your pride is lie, try to comprehend