Walking in the subway

alone late at night

New York city gangs

everywhere in sight



Your fell their anger upon you

you feel their hateful eyes

walk a little faster now

you're fighting for your life



As they walk on closer

their eyes burn down your back

you feel a thousand cries

not prepared for their attack



A mission bell sent sign

a sign that you board soon

you've come this far, no turning back

we hope you make it too



Don't expect, sympathy

we don't know, the word

your walked my turf, insanity

but in this place you die



Your life is wasted

your blood is tasted

as it drips down the blade



You didn't make it

you couldn't take it

you walked the subway you paid



Your money's gone

your clothes they're torn

you're lying in a pool of blood



You know you're leaving

we watch you grieving

but in this place you die



Don't expect sympathy

we don't know the word

you walked my turf, insanity

but in this place you die