The palm trees are burning, the big boys are coming, the police are roaming, so you better start runningnFind a place to hide way deep down inside, the hoods and the sirens, you don't know who's on your sidenAnd everyone around you tells you bullshit lies, with intentions for redemption through your pure eyed lifenWe're living by the knife in the 213, so don't step up too fast 'cause you'll get caught by the machinenThugs with guns and switchblade knives, that's the way we live our livesnnOut of the darkness she came to me in the night, had a voice like an angel but dragged my coffin by her side, then she slowly said, boy now you're mine...nThe next day I heard my best friend wants me dead, he said he wants no better but to go off with my head, the motherfucker said I'm deep in the red, all for some bitch who couldn't even give head