Sold down the riverLeft to be raised by WolvesBlack
Market liverGive up your horns and hoovesLeft lying
nakedWithout a clueCome like a hurricaneStrapped with
a plastic gunIm on the front line,
cant feel no painWhere am I supposed to runYou gonna
be there when I go insaneI didnt think soSo go and
try to take me out the game.Believe
me when I sayIm not coming back for moreIts been a
long hard road for freeAnd now Im closing the front
doorYou tried to make me a puppetNot gonna stand here
looking weakTime for me to go and blow on my trumpet.Close
your eyes.Youre under pressureBreaking a sweatMake
you feel the painDont touch the treasureBefore you
leave me out in the rain.