from the wasteland
cold steel under my wasteband
hazardous times

enemy lines drawn in the middle the streets
the concrete's stained with blood
i still got to eat


when i hit the street i made the man understand
i fought with flesh and i bled like a man

i rode that edge of darkness my friend
stood up to the enemy so life could begin


you know you got to
back the $#&@ up
back up off of me


traces of ignorance
offense of hatred

the faces change in the same old places
dark nights and lost souls
collide to cross those

the line between a death and dream

i never wanted to lead your leash

to pull around your ton of grief
i'll come back with a fist of lead
to educate your mind with a blow to your head


you know you got to
back the $#&@ up

back up off of me

don't let the time pass waitin' for the answer

you are exposed to all of the danger!

you know you got to

back the $#&@ up
back up off of me


don't let the time pass waitin' for the answer