O.d.d murdered, crashed and burned.
Jacked up Robbed, your kicked to the club.
You say there's no use to fight, for violence.
But eyes are closed, your fucking ignorant.
We fight our way out with fist clenched tight.
So don't come to us with your false way of life.
Before you were here, for years and years,
we were the ones who bled, sweat, cried, real tears.

And before you tell me how hardcore you hare, move here.
Now your gone and we've seen you kind before.
We've been through it all.
As bad, as good as things can be and what would of killed.
Your punkass won't touch me,
we have been here, we live it, our story is true.
Now sew your mouth, shut mouth punk,
this song is all that you've said, and all that you've done.
Your tried, convicted, you've been judged.