Guns, drugs,
and gasoline
Stop tellin' me how I feel
You don't know a thing about me
Ain't nothin' getting better
Down here on the street
Tell me a lie, tell me a lie
Tell me a lie,
tell me another lie
I got nothing to believe in
I got no reason to live
I've got nothing to believe in
And I've got no reason to live
But checking out seems so pitiful
I'm gonna find out who's responsible
I'm gonna find out
what makes the world go round
I'm gonna take you down
Well, I found gun s, drugs,
an d gasoline
Guns, drugs, gasoline
Guns, drugs, and gasoline
Guns, drugs,
and gasoline
I got no one to look up to
Nothing to live for I do
I got no one to look up to
I got nothing to do
It's time to get organ ized
We're time -skilled and that's
why we're killing time
I'm gonna find out
why nobody's dreams come true
I'm talking to you
I'm talking about gun s,
drugs and gasoline
Gun s, drugs, gasoline
Guns, drugs and gasoline
Guns, drugs, gasoline
Hit me!
It's hard to be a rebel in an old nation
It's hard to be smart
when you're always wasted
And wasted's their own children's fate
And they don't care their
money's safe
You say my brother's my enemy
A real criminal for your homogeneity
Have you bowed down
and worked up like a slave?
Say now three names
I'm talking about guns,
drugs and gasoline
Guns, drugs and gasoline
Guns, drugs and gasoline
Guns,
drugs and gasoline
Good job, Gatherly!