歌手:Slaine
专辑:《The Boston Project》

How’s it feel to be overlooked, underrated and hated,
Stomach pains in the belly of a city hungry,
If one of us made it to prominence is a mentality
Of crabs in the barrel of reality, it’s pretty ugly.
Well back up cause my story ain’t a fairy tell, it’s really real,
Ain’t had a chance I ain’t have nothing I could barely feel,
All I have is these neighborhoods I know very well,
In a fiery will, some pages in my diary I would spill,
Lyrics on my paper, violence around me, it’s on me
I blindly look through these books like a zombie,
Measuring these stories with these bare hands, pictures of this grimy game,
I stall it like a pilot in a kamikaze plane
A decade of pain, dudes know I’m a grown man
I live my life holding death inside my own hand
The kids that I grew up with, locked up, are inside a box
There ain’t no one in here, the only choice is fight or box
The music pushed me through the ghosts in the hall,
The toasters and the **** sickness and ferociousness and all,
The hopelessness of watching overdoses in the horror
Suicides and murders, I can't take this **** no more
I have these posters on my wall and this music in my room
It took me out my world, it would shoot me to the moon
Yous’ a fire burning, I’m determined from this hard learning
Put me on a different road, engine revving, tires turning
Ever since I’m 7 I just know where I got to go
Trapped in this vicious dome, but I’m back, this is home
They said I coulda been a star but I lost my logic
My heart is harder than the bricks in the Boston projects