Brass knuckles
Borders crossed
Another kid is drowning
In it's own blood
Stop picking on the weak
Acting tough
You might be a poser
But no you ain't a thug
Pushover
No you're not hard no
Pushover
Acting like a fool just prooves
You're not grown up
You might be strong
But you're dumb and deaf
Just another piece of waste
That stands in my way
Where is yourself esteem
I hope one day you finally will f**k
With the wrong person and when your knife
Cuts into its own face you might realize
You're not untouchable but then it's too late
Then it's too late
Better stop before it's too late
If you pray upon the weak
You will soon face a defeat
It's not to be a p***k
Better stop that f**king shit
3 on 1
There's nothing cool about that
You better learn to show respect
Cause what you give is what you get
