Artist: Rock Mecca Album: Pirate Radio Star Song: The Razor's Edge Typed by: rockmeccampd@gmail.com Verse 1: Contents under pressure Tryna keep it together Through the seasons and weather They deceive us with pleasure You ain't livin forever Hourglass runnin out of time For the dollar signs Overtime or crime Take your pick Hamster on a wheel Carrot on a stick Makes me sick Man on a mission Blinded by ambition Broke, bills pilin' and wishin For this science fiction On the screens, on television Picturin' riches Lottery tickets Plenty dead bodies in ditches On the side of the road to riches On the wrong end of doing business Go head and try Walking a straight line In a country built on crime It's like playin' Double Dutch with a crutch It's never enough To get you over the hump But close enough to touch Plottin' schemes to unattainable dreams In this rat race Morphin' into fiends for this cheese So many homies that died In what they thought was the fast lane They shot dead, body-bagged, eulogized, buried before the cash came (Hook) Cuz in my mind I can hear 'em saying with they last breath Singing this song straight to they death For my time in the sunshine I gotta live one time I'm out on these frontlines I gotta get mine In this here Land of the free Home of the brave I'm the king of the streets With a, foot in the grave Livin' on the edge One foot off the ledge Barrel to the head Watch out for the razors edge (*On the corner they're turning on each other, and they're self destructing, but I stayed with them all night long, I wanna hear their case*) Verse 2: Plenty kids in the Ps On the run from the Ds Turn to Bs and to Cs Eventually to Gs In the park sellin' Oz 'Stead of practicin' Js Even sellin' some E Go as far as the H Smoke a dub (W) and get chiefed Jackin, choppin someVs Never tryna get A's Settlin' for a F Never tryna ask Y Pull the wool over your eye (I) It could happen to U If you don't know who you are (R) Police knockin' down your door Soon as they give 'em the cue (Q) They won't hesitate to shoot Kill you and blame it on you You had the 9 double M You tucked it under your T Your momma losin' some Z's On her knees begging please Cuz once you get your 3rd K That's 25 with a L Just as soon as it begins You very close to the end (N) Don't see a S on your chest So a bullet can leave you X'd out Stretched out Dead on the corner that's where you left out, next out (Hook) Cuz in my mind I can hear 'em saying with they last breath Singing this song straight to they death For my time in the sunshine I gotta live one time I'm out on these frontlines I gotta get mine In this here Land of the free Home of the brave I'm the king of the streets With a, foot in the grave Livin' on the edge One foot off the ledge Barrel to the head Watch out for the razors edge * * (*Broadcast tonight in the projects, on the corners, even in the gutter, you must never stop*) Verse 3: I wanna riot, rebel I'm never going to jail I'm going back into school You wont play me like a fool I don't believe what you say Not in the church or the news You never walked in my shoes So I don't live by your rules Don't want your chain or your watch I'm not afraid of the cops I never run from no one No need to hand me a gun I'm never going to war I know what I'm fightin' for I won't come into your store Don't call my sister a whore I wanna work for my bread Don't want handouts from your Fed No need to shoot it or snuff I'm never sellin' this stuff I got the key to the lock I keep my eyes on the clock And my watch is non-stop With a 1000 men on the block This is a survival code I had to follow this road Start growing into my own Undo this brainwashin mode So many died in the grave Believin lies that you say I had to break the chains Just to make it to the next day There's always time to change If you want the things that you crave Or you can die like a slave In the home of the, home of the brave (Hook) Cuz in my mind I can hear 'em saying with they last breath Singing this song straight to they death For my time in the sunshine I gotta live one time I'm out on these frontlines I gotta get mine In this here Land of the free Home of the brave I'm the king of the streets With a, foot in the grave One for better days Recruit Rebuild Rebel React Relax Release Reload