I don't need no friends to tell me who my friends are

I don't need some pig to tell me what the rules are

See me walkin' I'm loaded

See me walkin' I'm loaded

I've got an ear for every sound

I've got an ear down to the ground

These blues come down

These blues come down

The streets are burnin'

The years are turnin'

The sky is falling down

The line has been drawn

Been pushed too far

Been pushed too hard

Knocked down, knocked down, no, no, no, break it

I don't need your lovin'

I don't want your beauty

I go back in my head, I go ugly in my head

This home is loaded, it's ugly

This lonely ghetto, it's ugly

See him walkin' with a gun in his hand

See I'm walkin' with a gun in my hand

See him walkin' with a gun in my heart

Loaded, ugly, loaded, ugly, loaded, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly...