Without

Born in the gutter

In the shadow of an alley

I was born in the last state of disaster



Out there can you hear me

Out there can you hear me

Lord, there's so much pain

No, no I can't stand the pain



Can you see fuckers

That try to separate us

The weak from the strong

The worse from better ones

From those who're up

Those who're down

Those who see from those who're blind



Ghetto

You're building up a ghetto



Loud, louder

The scream's getting louder

Can't stand the pain

That I'm keeping under

I face reality, sick, sick reality

False ideas, broken morality



Out there can you hear me

Out there can you hear me

Lord, there's so much pain

No, no I can't stand the pain



Can you see the fuckers

That try to separate us

The weak from the strong

The worse from better ones

Those from the East

And those from the West

Those who don't have

From those who have