there's nothing for you here
so just turn around
and when you're leaving
try not to make a sound
tonight
the sky hangs low
the airs too thick
to breathe
itchy finger on a trigger
in a gutter he bleeds
a cage of concrete fenced in
by need
agressors or the victims
of somebody's greed
been happening for years
but you never heard
until the first drive-by
in a white suburb
cover your ears
ignore the anger
watch your back
there's on in the chamber
can't see the stars now
through all the red
by the end of the night
a dozen more lay dead
but the cops
don't offer any relief
the hatred grows
who planted the seed
and you say
Family Values are
what they need
but your vaules aren't
shit when
a family can't eat
right now....