Sitting on a pile of yesterdays news
Telling stories, sharing views
I hear I'm being capped
For dissing down some crew
I get out of there like I'm on fire
Just to live another day is my requirement
Running out of time
Running out of time...

Get my cash - get to my safehouse
Fears all over me like a rash
And I'm running into heat
Life round here is 10 a dime

I head for the hills in an out of town way
The grass is greener some men say
I crash in the forest- middle of the night
With fear in the dark, and moon for light
I awoke thought I'd have some fun
It involved vengeance and me and their gun

See you in hell brother
See you in hell brother
See you in hell
Die - brother

Sitting on a pile of yesterdays news
Telling stories, sharing views
After a while they went cold in the eye
Cold - cold
See you in hell brother
See you in hell...