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
Youre 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
Youve come this far, no turning back
We hope you make it too
Dont expect, sympathy
We dont 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 didnt make it
You couldnt take it
You walked the subway you paid
Your moneys gone
Your clothes theyre torn
Youre lying in a pool of blood
You know youre leaving
We watch you grieving
But in this place you die
Dont expect sympathy
We dont know the word
You walked my turf, insanity
But in this place you die