Born Thieves

There is a girl who live next door
 She doesn't love me
 Opium wars and drug laws
 It's bleach for the food that we eat
 She said, "We're born thieves and savages."
 Pity for these animals
 Thieves and savages
 Exercise a liccle management
 She wears that armour in heaven
 Sweet girl, just let me in
 Rest on her head 'pon me chest tonight
 Close your eyes, just dream
 'Cause it's cold on a New York night
 We're keepin warm on the ghetto sides
 I'll keep 'er warm to ghetto strife
 Inner city lovin' at the end tonight
 'Cause it's cold on a New York night
 We're keepin warm on the ghetto sides
 I'll keep 'er warm to ghetto strife
 Inner city lovin' at the end tonight
 Every day killer with my finger on the trigger
 Defendin' what's promised for we
 There's a commoner turned shooter
 But the wolves will never be kings
 Never say nothin' that a gangster won't
 If you don't know me
 We're thieves and savages
 With hearts that never stop bleedin'
 She wears that armour in heaven
 Sweet girl, just let me in
 Rest on her head 'pon me chest tonight
 Close your eyes, just dream
 'Cause it's cold on a New York night
 We're keepin warm on the ghetto sides
 I'll keep 'er warm to ghetto strife
 Inner city lovin' at the end tonight
 'Cause it's cold on a New York night
 We're keepin warm on the ghetto sides
 I'll keep 'er warm to ghetto strife
 Inner city lovin' at the end tonight
 'Cause it's
 Talk truth as it was, no stops
 Road talk on a god, your go
 Truth is you were always on that grind, yeah
 Space with yutes, never gave a fuck
 Truth hurts when you're sittin' on lust
 Rum and coke and water with rock salt
 First call when I lost my boss
 True talkin', never picked it up
 You start fights but we never made it right
 Like cops and robbers chasin' dozen other night
 A shallow grave for the fireflies
 I was numb on the Berlin hype
 Wasn't our club, happened downside
 One drink for me nigga that died
 One drink for your nigga that died
 The truth is we never even tried
 Inner city livin' but we're feelin' like [?]
 Trapped in bars [?]
 Turn into some [?]
 The weak man sleeps in the street
 But you loved too much, man
 Yeah, you loved too much
 Hold on tight to what is yours
 A life sober and sure
 'Cause it's cold on a New York night
 Gettin' warm on the broken side
 'Cause we're thieves and savages