[B-Real]
I was an outcast, outsider,
Trouble maker
lost soul, outta control,
In danger
Didn’t have a care in the world
My feeling were numb
Never showing emotion
Is easy for some
I don’t know how it happened
How I got to this point
But I needed a way out
I was stuck in a void
I needed another path or I’d self [bad word] 
I was down on my luck
My head was so f-cked!
menace rollin’ the streets is what I was
Holdin’ my heat and rollin’ with the serious thugs
You couldn’t tell me a thing,
I was like my brother,
Words went in one ear and out the other
Slangin’ and bangin’,
With a chip on my shoulder
An insane, hit the brain
Certified street soldier
So close to the grave,
You at an early age,
Can’t tell you the price I’ve paid

[Mike Shinoda - [bad word] 
oh the sky overhead's like a canvas of gray
i don't know how much time i'll be given to stay
from the first break of light to the end of the day
i'm just livin' my life till [bad word] carry me away

[Sen Dog]
I’ve been there in LA nights
In the block where I came up
My pops used to hate
When we hanged with them bangers
Guess he knew one day that we’ll [bad word] us
That’s just how it is when you live where [bad word] from
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“Fight, [bad word] 
Is the motto we live by
Get ‘em on the ground
And stomp a mind about ten times
Sure we was just kids back then
I had no remorse for what we did back then
Six of us, one call, we’d all pack in
Hit the strip, and go and get the sh-t crack in
Gun wars, and [bad word] deals, I seen ‘em happen
When I started losin’ home boys I wasn’t laughin’
I looked all around and seen,
None of ‘em there
That’s when I figured out,
That nobody cared
If we lived or die,
We’ll just get high and ride
And I wasn’t gonna let this happen one more time

 [bad word] 

[B-Real]
My mother was there for me
Every step of the way
She did’nt judge me
She told me I’d win some day
When I was at my lowest
When I had no focus
She pulled me out the gutter
Said I wasn’t hopeless
Every night she prayed for me
I was out on the street
Chillin’ on the corner with the hand on my heat
Eyes open wide for the pigs and foes
It’s an every day hazard when you hustle for doe
So many nights I [bad word] home,
She thought the worst
Maybe somebody shot me down
Without any remorse
Maybe I hurt somebody and I was stuck in a cell
Well I regret all those time that I put her through [bad word] 
When I reflect back on those days, my heart aches
And everybody I lost or let down,
I wish I could take it all back
And make it better but I can’t,
So I try to make amends
And be there, through thick and thin

 [bad word] 

[Mike Shinoda] [bad word] carry me away [bad word] carry me away [bad word] carry me away [bad word] carry me away