歌词
Renegades
Dark Streets
Not fretting
Old felons trapped
Family gift used to the fullest extent
I'm mocked
Now I'm cursed
What does my criticism create?
Today everybody copies me
Still in demand
Ignore the hoax given
Slight premonition
As I track a group of high class murders
I draw
Out my gun
We both hit the ground
Because today everybody copies me
Now I'm a lost soldier
Where's god?
