Some crimes are relentless.
Some crimes are brutal.
Some crimes are an influence.
Some crimes are best left unsaid.

But the real crime is hate and disdain
I remember being 1 of 3 all full of pain
for the first weeks of 8th grade life wasn't well.
oppression and drugs, to stay alive was hell.
No one wanted to help any one everyone was stuck.
A repetitive cycle my clique was just all out of luck.

But when light got the darkest it was easy to see
Your acquaintances will be there, I will guarantee
So now its a good thing to fight your way out?
So now its a good thing to fight your way out.

Oppression was the bane of our existence,
The best opposition was developed from our best defense
Disregarded the needles and people on the floor,
Parents gone for weeks some around no more
We were on our own and fended for no one else.
But it sucked when it ended up with one of us in Jail.

But when light got the darkest it was easy to see
Your acquaintances will be there, I will guarantee
So now its a good thing to fight your way out?
So now its a good thing to fight your way out.

There where those who saw the 2 of us as vulnerable
Weak on one our last limb open to change, unstable
But we threw to the side those who treated us as different
What ever it was, we would not be alarmed in this way
What we stand for we will always represent
Till theres no more breath on our very last day.

But when light got the darkest it was easy to see
Your acquaintances will be there, I will guarantee
So now its a good thing to fight your way out?
So now its a good thing to fight your way out.