Lyrics: Urban Waste. No Hope.

Crime seems to be a hobby
wondering if you're the next
But when it comes time for
self-defense, you'll py for
the attacker's death There's
No Hope of what you do
No Hope of who you are
Some kill to stay alive
and some kill just to have
some fun, there's murderers
every day by day, you're just
not the only one

You're thinking if you're safe
Murder in the streets
Wondering what you should
carry, Murder in the streets
-a fucking gun to protect you?