There's a few cars out at 2 o'clock, the limousine, me, and the patrol cop Everything seems white in the middle of the night Always get that feeling
The 1,2 beat it drives it rocks the radio It lets me know I'm alive and there's some place to go Hijack a van turn up the stereo And don't cease to drive
Up in the house on top of the hill You look around and the scene surreal There ain't a cop out on the corner There isn't a need the program is over
Ghetto fight yah don't wanna start a riot yet No not alone or in these clothes But they just won't listen to me Maybe I'm too young or down right naive
Pop culture, pop there went my brain One more shot like that could blow the whole mainframe Too much worthless information inside my head They gotcha
Once a part of the ruling elite Now just second class All those things they promised me Now have come to pass I feel like I missed a train or watched
Cops chase criminals though the subways The less fortunate lie on the tracks It's no wonder they'll amount to nothing They've been told they're just
Homeboys got some drugs pumpin' though his veins You know, he just ain't thinkin' the same Gonna feel like Superman today, faster than a bullet more
Carry on with the countdown Carry on with a gun in hand Carry on with the countdown Carry on in the sinkin' sand Carry on with the countdown Carry on
Rebel youth we're knockin' down the aristocrats Watch 'em fall watch 'em fall They hit the ground with the domino effect Day after day week after week