I've collected bombs to protect my home
affect the zone with this damn tech I own
Blown with chrome, teary eyed and weak
I can't speak upon my own death of freaks
I'm broken and beaten, sliced with shame
all that I gained just gets diced with pain
horrid images, death tiled with footprints
my hood left, I'm stuck alone with this print
text written in stone, my life written in bone
spittin' has honed, my ability to stay alone
hear my voice, I want to die but I must stay
because to be frank, my family's trust pays
have my life, take it from my hands and guide
but to me, all thingss good turned bland and died.