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Failed Territory Lyrics - State Of The World Address - Biohazard

Inner city strugglin' motherfuckin' rat race 

Condemned pressure cooker that explodes in your face 

Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal 

Stakin' a claim on an estate that is real 

 

Pay the mob's price for your own protection 

Half a wise guy makes the wrong connections 

Flooding our streets with your wanna be bullshit 

Who whacks who, don't matter who gets hit 

 

The space between the death of our friends is so close 

This month it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose 

Last month a gunshot a typical story 

That's just the way it goes in a failed territory 

 

No hope, just dope and your chances are slim 

To grow up and get out 'cause you're already in 

The vacuum of the street so powerful 

Suckin' you in it, drains your mind by the hour fool 

 

Still smokin' dippers our friends are all dusted 

Slave to a bottle of juice fuckin' disgusted 

Can't you see the neighborhood's a black hole 

And the odds are that we'll never grow old 

 

Young guns scam runnin' on a get ahead quick tip 

With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip 

Day to day death wish we all carry inside 

Welcome to your suicide 

 

An epitaph from your failed territory 

An epitaph from your failed territory 

An epitaph from your failed territory 

An epitaph from your failed territory 

 

Wake up, break out 

An epitaph from your own self doubt 

Wake up, break out 

 

Wake up, break out 

An epitaph from your own self doubt 

Wake up, break out 

 

You call yourself a part of the avenue crew 

Living here doesn't offer much else to do 

But get into beef, take each other's back 

Kid of eighteen broke his skull with a bat 

 

Always changin' with the trends like a fuckin' chameleon 

You should live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million 

A rebel 'cause you weren't born into wealth 

But the only thing holdin' you down is yourself 

 

On the road we get the phone calls breakin' our hearts 

When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car 

Nothin' you can do just another sad story 

An epitaph from your failed territory 

 

An epitaph from your failed territory 

An epitaph from your failed territory 

 

An epitaph from your failed territory 

An epitaph from your failed territory 

An epitaph from your failed territory 

An epitaph from your failed territory